Thinking - Poem by Eric Pennington
I think daily what I have to do to achieve happiness,
I wonder why, why it has to be like this.
I think of how things get so confusing,
I go to my quiet place, and begin musing.
I think why I have to go through such torture,
I wonder why all I ever do is think about her.
And what it is that I do so wrong,
I think, think hard and long.
Is it because I care too much?
Or maybe I just don't have that touch.
Is it that I come on too strong?
I really wish I knew what I do wrong
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