Antidote Poem by Doris Cornago
Antidote
Loving another one too much is
Also truly loving one's self
Knowing what you need to
Survive, give your all
Hoarding every tiny
Bit as antidote
To future
Pain and
Loneliness
Not walking on
Clouds in blissful
Dreaming, barefoot on
Jagged stones cutting your
Skin, taking the dissensions
Repercussions of honest arguing
Being you, growing up in wide-eyed
Wonder of this new emotion sprouting
@Truly yours, you misinterpret, I've cared so much I've forgotten who I am.
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4/23/2024 5:42:26 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Learn from every relationship and stop predicting or over-projecting. A woman's happiness is not gratified by his prowess in bed but by the patience by which he overextends himself. There is so much truth in the saying, little things mean lot. Know this, gents, and be the conquering, swashbuckling, whip-wielding hero in your old lady's heart. :)