My First and Second love fight

 

Love fights,
As they bites.
Overriding each other priorities,
They decide..
To let the owner satisfies,
Whom she want to be her first and second love..
Her Passion(poetry) or her Sleep.
Sleep said, she is used to of me.
She can’t live without nine hours sleep.
Poetry said, my one hour is enough for her to feel relaxed.
She is used to of me too.
Sleep says she won’t sacrifice me ever for you,
Poetry said, let the time shows this to you.
Both fights, in my mind.
I somehow struggling, made them understand.
Nobody is first or last,
You both are my part.
One is my need, other is my deed.
Both are my seed.
sleep for my body, passion for my mind.
So stop making each other behind.