My Reception My choices
Well I thank my nature of origin
I thank the storms i passed through
I thank every bad that hit me hard and left me with unhealed scars..
I can see thru the lies spoken…I can see through the pretence expressed…those sugar coated words are nothing but plastic and fake.
Don’t talk about love with lips that lie
dnt talk of commitment …You make me cry….
If i cant be a priority then let me be on my own..I dont wana be a choice that one day will be gone
I will decide who stays who goes
my choice matters when i make friends and recognize my foes.
The choice is mine the reception is mine
You are just a guest…. but i decide if u dine.
Simaya.
Unrefined Poetry 