Written for November Notes, Day 18, Chariot by Jacob Lee.

 

Choices

If I wrote a song for you

I’d drop the clichés

No bluer than blue eyes

No surging sea

My love would not go on for eternity

I’d write of support and care

Eyes sparkling with a dare

The arguments, the tears

Sticking with each other through the years

The laughing at stupid, arrow of cupid

How your humor helped me

Take life a little less seriously

You’ve hurt, I’ve hurt

My insides a desert

It’s a choice. To possess hurt, or let it go.

Off it goes. I draw you close.

 

©Sascha Darlington

11/18/2017