Sometimes when I get really emotional, I end up investing it in poetry.Actually, the thoughts here, aren't the ones I'd intended on communicating but I still feel that way.
Isn't it funny how all those things so unintended,
Cane affect us this way, make our lives demented,
No plans were ever made, we didn't ask to be here,
But now my life has changed and I guess I'm choosing you, dear,
No one ever asked me, "is that ok with you?"
But the truth must be some things just aren't thought through,
Some times there isn't a map, a plan or a chart,
Because not even a woman, is less predictable than the heart.
Figured a little bit of humor wouldn't go amiss!
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