I Don't Mean to Be Short by E.L.

Nothing more fulfilling then stopping my day just to write and show I care.
As busy as I always am a few hours for you is just a droplet of time.
Time well spent, time well deserved, so much time it takes cause I take my time.
Something that could be done in minutes takes days
Something that should last for years could end
in seconds
So I take my time to write and then write once again
for the proof in my words
to ensure that those droplets are the truth and my words
Are at its most adequate and accurate Response.
Yes the Missive to the Miss's
Such droplets become ponds and from ponds to rivers that flow like the tears that will rage down my face from speaking in someway that I never trully meant.
All because the mood I was in.
Please forgive me for all those days of being Short.

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