Love Stings - Poem by Sander Shelnutt
My thoughts constantly dwell in the past,
Has the decision I made,
filled me with regrets?
Seconds, minutes, hours, days, months and years have passed
Time didn't heal this wound,
it meerely infected it...
Poet's Notes about The Poem
How do you cope with these sort of things? I'd really like a reply on how you cope with these similiar feelings..
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