On my soul,your actions did leave a stain;
Desultory hatred, I do not wish to feign.
Out of the blue you came,
My unruly demons you did tame.
My heart,you did claim;
I gave it you,without any shame.
To you,I guess it was a game,
Put out,was our flame.
You made me dream of love,without any aim;
On my soul,your actions did leave a stain.
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Metanoia
Poesía(Highest Ranking-#14) Metanoia -The journey of changing one's mind,heart,self or way of life.The process of experiencing a break down and the subsequent positive psychological rebuilding and healing. A/N:This work is copyrighted.So don't even think...
