Mixed Feelings

Can you  love another so much
So much that it hurts to say
And then you just block him
And act  with disdain 

You think it is wrong 
You feel defiled
So you bury deep 
This feeling of love 

From the corner of your eyes 
You keep him in sight 
Yet avert in hate
If he chances by

Delude yourself 
As long as you  can
The day will soon come 
When you face the demons  in your heart 

Can you really sort
The right from the wrong 
It is all in your heart 
You are the best  judge!

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