Thursday, April 2, 2015

1/30 Choose

there are mornings when I can't decide
whether coffee or whiskey is the right choice
they stare steaming daring me to choose wrong
coffee always wins

she wants me to make a decision
one that may mean losing her touch
an unfair choice for a damaged heart to make
one that only beats normal when she's around

I choose wine tonight imagine it elixir
a potion that will calm the panic in me
soothe my wounds while leaving
me open for interpretation

I don't know how to love in increments
I tend to leap before looking landing on
my heart every time

I believe this body was born to love you
it was never given a choice

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