Not a choice
By 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.