The time that was lost
When my heart was befuddled,
Feeling feelings I confused
With desire.
Explaining away the devotion
That lived day by day,
As a result of my passion.
I wonder.
How much time have I lost
To being wrong?
Have I always been wrong?
Am I happy?
The waves of emotion
The pain of my sorrow
The ease of my lying
Could it be
That I truly may never forgive
The lost little girl
I'm sorry.

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