I don't value I treasure.
I either tiptoe or run.
No need for me to measure,
My thoughts aren't feathers, they're tons.
My worries, they aren't waves,
They're frightening hurricanes,
I don't hurt for hours,
I always hurt for days.
I do not try to bandage,
I only aim to heal.
I don't admire lightly,
I see endless appeal.
Moderation's not my friend,
Maybe I'm all or none,
But at least there is no question,
I don't like, I love.
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 4:15 PM UTC
I don't value I treasure.
I either tiptoe or run.
No need for me to measure,
My thoughts aren't feathers, they're tons.
My worries, they aren't waves,
They're frightening hurricanes,
I don't hurt for hours,
I always hurt for days.
I do not try to bandage,
I only aim to heal.
I don't admire lightly,
I see endless appeal.
Moderation's not my friend,
Maybe I'm all or none,
But at least there is no question,
I don't like, I love.
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