Jul 2014
You don't get to choose
The country you're born in
You don't get to choose
The parents you're born to
You don't get to choose
The name you're given
You don't get to choose
The *** you're born with
But then you get to choose
The people you surround yourself with
You get to choose
Your first crush
Your first love
Your first kiss
Then I wonder
With the very little things
We all get to decide on
Why do we choose
The people who just waste all our firsts
Why do we choose
The people who hurt us?
The country you're born in
You don't get to choose
The parents you're born to
You don't get to choose
The name you're given
You don't get to choose
The *** you're born with
But then you get to choose
The people you surround yourself with
You get to choose
Your first crush
Your first love
Your first kiss
Then I wonder
With the very little things
We all get to decide on
Why do we choose
The people who just waste all our firsts
Why do we choose
The people who hurt us?
It feels like I haven't posted/written a poem in so long. I hope you guys like this one even a little bit. I hope it's not such a let down. Please like and then comment what you guys think. Thanks.
