I don’t usually enter Trifecta twice, but maybe I am a little depressed. Maybe I have something else to say. Maybe I am actually kidnapped and my captor is forcing me to write this. Regardless:
They say to look before you leap.
They say jump in with both your feet.
They say it’s better not to know.
They say true love will only grow.
They try to tell me not to care.
They say it’s best to “not go there.”
They push, they prod
“Just say no”, “smile and nod.”
But what do they do, when love is a choice?
When true feelings never have a voice?
If your heart cries out, at dawn’s first light
There’s no such thing as a “clean” fight.