Tug-of-War
A poem about the love of two boys for one girl
Sometimes it seems like I'm playing tug-of-war,
only I'm the rope instead of one of the players.
One boy is pulling me in one direction.
One boy is pulling me in the other.
I like one and love the other.
But then the boy I liked almost died.
That showed me I would not always have the option.
If I wasn't selfish, I would pick one and stay friends with the other.
Sometimes I wish one would give up and let me choose the other one.
But there lies two problems with that wish.
First, whenever I think I have chosen one for good, the other starts pulling harder.
Second, I know that both sides will never give up.
As the game of tug-of-war continues,
I am slowly and painfully pulled apart until there is nothing left to pull.
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hello. I love writing poems.
here is one that I wrote about gaara. It's strange but I gaara is my favorite character.
I thrive for help
I strive for hope
That someone will love me
Though I have a demon
Among my soul
It's hard to live
With such a passion
To kill those around
I try my best
Though it isn't always enough
I wont sleep
because the monster will arise
The killer will come out
millions will die
and their blood will be on my hands
Help me please
Give me hope I don't have
Wipe my tears
I can't live like this
Alone and hurt I am
it hurts inside
to know who I am
I just want to be known
Not by what is inside me
But by who I want and can be
But I need help
I need you to take my hand
and pull me up
and let me be loved
That's all I asked
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