My eyes begin to sting
Just thinking of some little things
Or maybe they weren't so small
Maybe it's underestimated how they aren't small at all
And maybe I'm not a fool for crying
Maybe I'm a fool for trying
To forget, because forgetting is hard
But maybe it's time that I start
Start to forget because dwelling hurts
But maybe trying to forget and trying not to cry will make it hurt worse
Maybe I'm not strong enough
Maybe I'm not good enough
Maybe if I were I'd get over all of the "small" things in my life
Maybe if I were then I'd at least try
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Sing and Dance
PoetrySing and Dance all your troubles away, and maybe they'll come back another day #98 in Poetry (9/6/16) #48 in Poetry (9/7/16)
