You were a mistake,
A glitch, in a software
A glance, which had been stolen
A forbidden place, ones like to revisit
An intoxicating drugs, once.
Now that the ties been cut,
The envelope's been torn,
The letter's been burned,
The pen's been destroyed,
The word's been hanged.
Yet, every once in a while,
At one time or another,
The touch still lingers,
The gaze still stares back,
The thought still wander,
The scars still visible.
They say mistake has never been good,
but they just haven't met you yet.
Xoxo,
thousand of unsent rumpled papers
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