Things

What is this thing that is there
that I don't find when I see my life in his eyes
What is this thing that is there
Calling to me from the heart of the rock

I am pulled to answer that heart pounding at me
Listening to some thing that is there
But I see my life in his eyes here 
and I can not heed the call.

If heeding the call means breaking a heart
Then whose do I chose to shatter.
Do I finish the job I have begun on the one
who handed me his heart 
Do I finish the shattering of mine?

Or
Do I do what I have done to the one on another?

Arwen Nightstar aka Stephanie Williamson
2/06/2000, Copyrighted.

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