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Gray Skies
Torn between two
I stand on the couch in my living room
and imagine
on top of the world

And look around
for the wise person
someone who knows all
someone to help me
know what to do

when this is so very hard
cant be myself
cant be alive
and yet
both make me feel like the skies will
always be blue.

And then who makes me laugh
also makes me cry
who holds my hand
also throws it away

It is understandable that he would
hate to be
an option
instead of a love.

I am standing on top of the world looking for an answer.