Mistake Poem by William F Glennon
Mistake
I gave it away for a fantasy.
I opened up a door I never wanted.
Selfish desire that feels cold and daunted.
I wake up everyday living in doubt?
Always wondering if there is some way out.
I've drawn myself into a struggle with my heart.
Entrusting it to someone who I knew would
tear it apart.
Time will never make it easy to forget.
Lust created this and love killed it,
Now I have so much regret
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