The Confess
We don’t choose what we are but
we dwell in what we find best
for us. The world might smile,
frown and grown to our choices
but not our destiny. Life is a whip to the
ill minded, a guide to the lowly at heart
and full in the heart of learning.
I choose you: the world frowns, I Have
you: the world drowns, but I have us the
world hums new tones.
I trip toward you, fall before you, but
rest into you after all. Like the
morning dew imma cling on you like
a blade of grass, be cold till the sun
shines like your eyes does. I choose to
be with, choose to be for, and choose to
be made by you till I suit you lesser that
evil and more than good enough for
everyone to admire.
No soul begs until it matches and
no heart pumps until it is fed with
it’s best . I choose my soul for you
give my heart to you and offer my
body to serve to please thy will. I
confess to be into you be about you
when I think and torn in symmetry
between you and me.
Copyright © Ambrose Thuo | Year Posted 2017
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