Wrong - Poem by Lorene Kinsey
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.
Comments about Wrong by Lorene Kinsey
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Do Not Stand At My Grave And Weep
Mary Elizabeth Frye
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You