Torn

Hullo

crossroads used to be where victims of suicide were burried,  practice has died out (no pun intended )

poem says a bit about you . ..probably need some weetabix :)~

liked it because of the piece of you offered and the way you put it together.


*hat tip"

HAHA! Thanks for dropping by, and commenting on this little piece. It was a random escape when I was stuck in indecision about something. Tell me more about your understanding of 'crossroads'? That was intriguing.

I read your words here and confess to hanging my head a bit. My heart has always led my stubborn, head-blind butt around and invariably gets me in trouble. That being said, I have no regrets there. Love can never be regretted. I envy your ability to use your head. Mine is just filled with noise I have to expel in the form of poetry...compromise, you see. Head and heart...and we both win. Much enjoyed this one. Crossroads are tough but they're hopeful too.

Thank you for your thoughts on this piece :) I laughed a bit reading about your heart, and how it leads you. I can't remember the dilemma at the time of writing this, but I doubt it was love - because when it comes to love, my heart wins! haha! :) Well, I quite enjoy how your head expels: all those intriguing thoughts that paint such amazing poetry.

My head tries so hard to lead me down the correct paths.  It is so afraid of my heart, because of the suffering it has suffered.  But as you say in your comments, when the crossroads involve love my heart always wins out, no matter the cost!!

Thank you for the write.

When it comes to me, my head always seems to rule - or, if my heart wins, my head is always butting in like a pesky person. LOL. So sometimes I'd rather not choose...

Thank you for your thoughts! x