A Regretful Temper
Oh what a dire regret to lose one's love
A play of fate
Would you say?
Or rather a play of my own luck
Thrown upon by the evil sense
To dream and scream
I used to
To throw tantrums
I used to, every now and then
Pounding my fists
And requiring that my needs be met
Now, having lost the lover at hand
For an eternity with no fathom
I have turned resilient
Brave and understanding!
Such a loss
A decade ago
After a yell on the phone
Cause the knot of my heart
To be tossed in a new path
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