Wrong Poem by Lorene Kinsey

Wrong



My course altered but not lost
Cannot escape your kindness, company,
the few times I saw you squirm
and the hundred times you made me.
Took little to shift me in my seat,
So nervous, insecure.
We went where I never thought
We would go and ended up
Exactly as I expected.
Wanted to be wrong,
But rarely am.

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