Choices

Your loved ones, childhood friends sticks to you, mostly when you reign The ones you danced with in the rain most of them, kinda appreciate your pain You are loved with pure hate we get hurt, but we still extend our arms for them to take The Judas in our lives The good bad kissers The ones we sweat for, bloody Samaritan's The ones that hide claws The ones that show us their jaws They give us filtered Joy They backbite us, and then smile to us at sunrise Would you choose loneliness instead of disappointment? Or you would choose affliction, and fake appointment Would you embrace love from your haters? or you would rather, bleed for your lovers!