We can’t choice how life going enfold,
Am the one who make the choice not the people
Who is there for me.
But then there people who choice fate for us,
Control us, to make feel pride to see their blood
Do things that they couldn’t do…
Beside that there relationship who are abusive or controlling.
Men, women, or both which doesn’t make a
Different that makes them man/women enough…
Prisoner in your own home equal you don’t have
Freedom or will of choice you got. Leading
To them ‘cause in gangs, druggies, drug dealer.
Prostitutes, sundial, or become them as they
Were toward them…
Other time life chose to be cruel, full of darkness
That swallows them toward hell. Other
Have the easy way out, full of light
Who show the path of heaven in good….
As we age we learn what the meaning of love,
we go through trials of betrayers, cheater,
And disappointment of our partner. Thinking
that love will last then it hit you like a bomb
setting to explode when knowing the truth.
But whatever we do we choice go back
Toward that feeling all over again…
And one thing left that harder are those choices, who aren’t always easy to pick…
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Poetry
PoetrySometimes people cannot really explain what they feel and sometimes it harder to show it. To me and my friends; it easier to write down in paper and rhymes to show it, our true emotion from the inside out.
