Often think I'm odd
to fall in love--
a well too deep
to crawl out unscathed.
So I stay outwith
peeping inside the pit,
hearkening to sundry sounds
of infectious laughs--
jealous--
I too cheerfully fell
into affection's well.
How I was wrong!
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 6:02 AM UTC
Often think I'm odd
to fall in love--
a well too deep
to crawl out unscathed.
So I stay outwith
peeping inside the pit,
hearkening to sundry sounds
of infectious laughs--
jealous--
I too cheerfully fell
into affection's well.
How I was wrong!
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