Detail Oriented
No, no, no.
You still don't understand
That my hands tend to tremble
and you don't even think about
A butterfly's thoughts in it's last moments
You don't pause to consider the colors of a tree
And until you do, you'll never understand me.
Copyright © Jessica Schillo | Year Posted 2010
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