I don't know why I always burn myself
by the stove
While cooking
Even while boiling water
I always tell myself
It can't be that hot
So sans protection
I attempt, bare hands
I always seem to forget
the last time I got burned
The last time I got hurt
I don't know if I'm stubborn
or foolish, or both
And so I do it again
And guess what? get burned
Scorched, scalded, hurt
I seem to forget the last time
I was tempted, then regret
I don't know why I always burn myself
by the stove
And every time, each time
scorned
by hope
'...we may learn from others' faults but from one's own it hastens growth.'
I tend to do the same things again and again, great write, 10 Lynda xx
Absent- mindedness need a therapy...look for that..nice confession poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great poem, i guess the juice is worth the squeeze.