Desperate Election
There’s two sides to this that have begged for attention
One has maturity and one no disgression
Their suggestions are based on emotions and lessons
And pure blinding hatred that comes with this tension
At the mention of fighting, I’m left in suspension
As they argue their points for this head’s best direction
A chance for perfection or a test of intention?
Which do I choose in this desperate election?
As I’m left in retention, feeling my chest swell
The shadows can tempt, but I know it’s a death knell
The king, as his head fell, beneath his own crown
She’s helped pick me up each time I go down
And that’s why I know now that I need to be peaceful
Honest and truthful and calm, not deceitful
Forget being evil for these lambasting people
Let go of the poison and the venomous needle
And return back to gleeful and happy and loving
Nobody can break this, their words all mean nothing
It’s not fear that directs, but a choice to be better
For the love that I have that keeps this boy together
She heals this void so much better than the hatred of old
She gives me this warmth when I’m broken and cold
She’s the reason I’m calm and won’t bow down to violence
I’ll be peaceful, respectful, but I will not be silent
Cause I’ll come to your island, I’ll take up the moment
I’ll make sure my words are pure honest and potent
I’ll show some respect, but I’ll draw out the lines
And leave you to ponder these thoughts from my mind
Notes: I can’t let the blind anger guide me. I need to be better for her and I know this, now, because of her.
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