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Her head and precious heart…
Want two very different things…
The devil is quietly dancing…
As lust’s wheel seductively spins…
Caught within a place…
No woman should ever be…
The rock and the hard stone…
Make things so difficult to see…
Torn between two worlds…
The have and the cannot…
This all feels so unfair…
It ties her mind in knots…
The life she has in front of her…
Another one in her dreams…
It’s all so fucking complicated…
And not as it all seems…
The one that she loves dearly…
Is cold and distant sometimes…
Yet the shadow in her dreams…
Haunts and vividly shines…
But that life is just a vision…
And can never ever be real…
But silently she questions…
Perhaps she could make a deal…
Would anyone even notice…
Nobody would really mind…
If she ignored her instincts…
Who knows what she may find…
But still she dare not do it…
Frozen in the bright headlights…
Not sure if she should stick or twist…
This struggle she quietly fights…
So many endless questions…
The who, the where and when…
She can’t even remember…
How this utter madness began…
So she keeps her mind shut…
And continues day by day…
Hoping this tormenting demon…
Will one day fly away…
Her head and precious heart…
In direct conflict with reality…
It’s an impossible situation…
That will only lead to her insanity…
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