Only yesterday I have gone
Through darkened portals
Of your love- whatever you call it:
Guilt, shame, deception;
It lingers through my mind,
Misunderstood as well as
Forsaken. Painful though,
It pleases as much as it stings.
The memory of my fond thoughts
Purifies the stain misgiven.
Hopefully, it cleanses the heart
Proven not to be a loner
But a proud bearer of love.
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