Mischievous passion I'm not allowed to miss you
Nor follow past desires you lit up in my heart
I wish I were your phantom to haunt at day lest perchance
At night your soul should fathom the scope of my own part.
I tried in words of kindness to trick you into hatred
Yet I condemn this recess with glares and disbelief
I'm prostrate in admission of sin, of thoughts and actions
That led to hurt and nuisance. I'm shackeled as mischief.
I'm caching all my feelings. They just kept us apart.
It all adds up to nothingness and solitude of heart.
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