Not a choice, by michelle hoult Subscribe to rss feed for michelle hoult

                                                            
            You need to listen up,
                                                            
                       This world it will rotate.
                                                            
                         For what you’ve done is wrong
                                                            
                          Tis true.

                                                            
                  Compounded are all thoughts,
                                                            
                 With what was right or wrong.
                                                            
                 The words they come and fall, 
                                                            
              Upon my lap like autumnal leaves.

                                                            
  Yes you’ve hurt me bad, 
                                                            
But   no ones stopped to ask me.
                                                       I’m
  here to set things right,
                                                         
For love is not a choice.

                                                           
I love you more each day, 
                                                            
   The reasons unsure at times.
                                                         
Your interest I have at heart,
                                                         You
burden I try to ease.
Posted: 2010-11-07 20:23:56 UTC

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