I have to mourn it
The dopamine rush
The loss of innocence
The euphoria
The calm after the storm
felt like a hangover
the memory of her shy smile
a form of depression
her beautiful skin
a sad reminder of my failures
her lovely eyes
a big source of my fantasy
But now
She is invicible
apparently out of my reach
Immune to my love
A virtuous woman
My source of dopamine rush
Gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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