Too Much, Too Little: a poem

MARCELLA DECOUD
 Staff Writer

I think too much of you,
And too little of me.
I have been unable to remember who I once was,
Before there was a “you” in my life.
Isn’t it a wonder how you keep reappearing in my mind?
It was not my wish to get lost in you,
To this day I tumble back to thoughts of you,
Staring at the picture I could never throw away
Afterall,
I think too much of you,
And too little of

Me.

2 Comments

  1. I’m not even going to even lie. I miss this girl and her writing. Her pieces are true art, like she actually writes from her soul. All of the things I have read from her are tragic, yet beautiful…but that’s my opinion.

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