Getting Over ItExperience is a harsh teacher.It seems like I'm supposed to stop Pursuing the particular sorts of people That I've heretofore pursued. I get ensnared. I fall in love. But I'm not right for them. Okay, so I evolve, And I get over my attraction to them. But then the cycle starts all over again. I'm losing count Of all the amazing changes I've been put through. At times I feel I wouldn't trade any of it, Not even the most painful moments Away for any price. Except maybe for a single one To settle down with And love. |
| 19 March 2000 | |
| by Bill Cattey | |
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