choices

Choices.

I try help with all I can.
My choices never the best.
Hell in the end im always to late
But I should have set a date
So I could be there with you in a nest
And not here feeling like the frying pan

My words my heart flow with tears
I cant find the strength to help
Im to far away to do anymore good
Im as useless as morning wood
I feel like a miserable whelp
Leaving us both alone to face our fears

I cant bring a smile to your face
Or rub your back I feel like such a waste
But I do see a light a new hope
A chance soon to prove im not a dope
That I was worth the wait ims till of your taste
Though I doubt ill be worth the lace

I hope and I beg for a chance
To prove that im worth the wait
I think I understand I didn't need
To your heart I am the only feed
And I swear to bad choices im not bait
For soon I will finally be able to be with u and to dance.

The right or worng choice is upto others
You are the rightest of choices for me
And I don't care what anyone may say
Soon I will hold u and that will be the happiest day
This beginning as a poem of me struggling to see
But in truth all I see is you and not another.