Feeling hurt, and somehow I got used to it.
Can’t pick a fight, can hide out of sight!
If I don’t feel like I’ve suffered a loss,
you have failed to hurt me.
Stopping or not stopping, that is a puzzling question for everyone.
The watermelon dumped the banana—
too slippery when it came to love.
Throughout life, we either stumble into this hole or that one.
The dog knows how to make a splash at
any tail-wagging party.
I extended a helping hand in the snow,
but I knocked on the wrong door.
With peace of mind came a thicker waist.
My hand is like a mountain of fingers,
blocking my vision of the world.
