Gut Feeling

Every past fall for the wrong one,

Every trip over my own stubborn will,

Every night I lost sleep because of what I couldn’t find,

Every morning I awoke with an aching head,

Every time I knelt down to ask why,

Every mistaken promise I gave to the wrong guy,

Every gasp, scratch, tear, and shout,

Every pit settling deep in my gut,

Every drop into emotion,

Every downward spiral and rebound:

I’d feel every last one of them again

As long I still end up with you in the end.

–Written by Sandy Heights

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