Yes, I often sit and think about all the times
I was wrong.
And I wonder if you think about them as often
As I do.
It seems that I make mountains
Out of molehills.
All my lovers have told me
Silently.
I fear that I feel everything
So deeply
That I can hardly make the distinction
Between them.
Dec 29, 2016
Dec 29, 2016 at 12:25 PM UTC
Yes, I often sit and think about all the times
I was wrong.
And I wonder if you think about them as often
As I do.
It seems that I make mountains
Out of molehills.
All my lovers have told me
Silently.
I fear that I feel everything
So deeply
That I can hardly make the distinction
Between them.
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