Choice

I picked you that’s what gets on all these jawns nerves.
Never mind how much thought I put into my decision to let
The guard I have so high, down.

I get clumsy at the thought of me being blinded.
The body your soul lives in is the body your soul live in.
I don’t care about your hazel eyes and sweeten lips.
Your height, means just as mine, fluorescent.
You hate when I wear sneakers,
I would take them off and more for you.

I picked you that’s what everyone is so worried about.
They want me to review my choice.
The majority of the people that matter to me say
I may have made a mistake.

The only mistake, I made so far.
Was worrying. Worrying about my choice to trust to love.
To care for someone just as much as they did for me.