by Ate.

Created on: August 23, 2008

An opportunistic tryst
So little to gain
And nothing left

Nothing to show
Little to savour

A guiltful existance

As your family pass you
Strangers in the street
('Though pain as your shamed
And her haunted eyes meet)

What you wouldn't give
To have them back in your arms

Retract your wrong
Erase that farce

But Given as flattery
And Taken too far
Your affair cheated You
Of all you once were.

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