Given the choice,
I'd do it all over again.
I've got scars that will last forever,
wounds that may never heal,
torrential downpours
came from these eyes
that still shine with excitement
at the thought of new love.
I would do it all again
with all the same gusto,
the same amount of caution in the wind,
because love is an all or nothing kind of event,
that I can't wait to do all over again.
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PoetryA collection of poetry that has been in the works for a few years, and is likely to continue growing and changing.
