Decisions

This is an Acrostic poem for "Decisions"

Darn near my time comes.
Ears are low and sad.
Caring people, gather 'round.
Intense love, the only sound.
Secrets are told, no more lies.
I try to keep my eyes clear.
Oh, i will miss them, but i have made my choice.
No more goodbyes, i love them all.
So, i close my eyes with a smile.

The End

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