Of course
How can a fish mourn its wings
When it doesn't have one to begin with
and It definitely does not make its fins any less of a value

Situations vary and so does our level of tolerance
We may never be in the same situations
But it doesn't mean we can never have the same feelings

You will always be too much
Because you think too much
So you do too much

But that is just who you are
You are too much
Aren't we all?

Perhaps at some point.

It was my idiocy
that saved me!

Your tolerance
For me
Has become
Paper-thin

You promised me
Forests and bird song
But now
All I'm left with
Is shredded
Love letters
How did things
Become so wrong?

l.v.s

Now
I know
Its alright
Its fine
To be alone
To be on my own
Done wasting my time
Now its time to make it my own