Tuesday, November 12, 2013

You Don't Understand

“You don't understand,”
You say before you go.
You don't know what I know.
You don't remember the times
I said the same thing;
I scratched similar stings.
You are just now meeting molehills
I mounted many years ago.
I know new winds will blow.

You do not know how right you are.
I know too much to understand.

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