burned cookies
are nothing to
burned fingers
are nothing to
burned egos
are nothing to
burned feelings
are nothing to
burned beings
are nothing to
you
Imagine if I weren't medicated….
January 11, 2009 in About burning, About him, About me, Depression: mild, Poem, Reflection, relationships | Tags: breakups, burned, cookies, Dating, epiphanies I should not have to learn...again, feelings, fingers, recurring situations
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January 12, 2009 at 10:32 am
PoeticGrin
I’m sorry I originally wrote about you and cookies, which brought us to the referenced incident.
Advice for all situations, RE: Next time:
Follow the directions.
January 12, 2009 at 10:33 am
PoeticGrin
Also, there are no directions.
January 12, 2009 at 11:28 pm
medicatedlady
That’s why I’m so lost, of course. I consider myself charred remains about whose life and tragedies no one cares to remember.