Simply N

Love, Poetry, Life

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I do everything in a hurry.
I speak in a hurry
Words shooting from my mouth like small missiles
I think in a hurry
Thoughts bouncing in my head every millisecond or so
I read in a hurry
Sometimes I walk in a hurry
Carelessly tripping over stones and people
And when I love
Oh I love.. in a hurry
I trip over things I should have seen
Fall over words I should have heard
Miss looks I should never have ignored
I trip over love
And sometimes
I find myself standing there all alone.

NNSmythe October 2011

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