Worry the words
speak too little,
worry the music
beats too loud.

Worry the laughs
echo too much,
worry the time
flows too fast.

Worry the feelings
show too much,
worry the honesty
cuts too deep.

Worry nothing
ever falls one hundred,
there’s always some
crack in between,
someone else you
could have been.

Worry too much.

Posted by:Alfa M. Shakya

Someone who likes to make things.

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