Her kiss burned like a hornet’s sting,
She stripped me of freedom’s wings,
And left me half-dead on cold stone,
My heart sagged, my mind was alone.

Mere thoughts became the tornado’s eye,
A one-sided passion unwilling to die,
Sparked alight with my volition to crawl,
Then stumble, trip, walk, and fall.

When I finally stood tall, I saw her once more,
My bones moaned, my feet awfully sore,
I chased her like a dumb bloodhound,
Yet my eyes were met with nothing but air.

In time, my feathers grew once again,
Though rough as bark, heavy with regret;
And dragged behind me like a peasant’s cape,
A reminder of foolishness I wished to forget.

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