{no regrets, just weapons learned} maybe if i never stop thinking about my mistake, i’ll never make it again. or i could forgive myself and move on… but that’s a risk i’m not willing to take. –e.l. jayne
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
{no regrets, just weapons learned} maybe if i never stop thinking about my mistake, i’ll never make it again. or i could forgive myself and move on… but that’s a risk i’m not willing to take. –e.l. jayne