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.