It's only sometimes that I wish something,
Well, really.
Sometimes I wish that she had never come,
Other times, I wish that I had never gone.
Sometimes I wish that my fantasies come true,
Other times, I wish that I wasn't made to rue.
Sometimes I wish that I would get who I deserve,
Other times, I wish that I don't get my heart broken.
Sometimes I wish that me a succubus may attack,
Other times, I wish that I don't get tired of my hand.
But then I get visions of past forgotten in the wee hours,
Well, really.
And it ain't really a pretty memory,
She was meaty & soft but not loving.
I know that I didn't intend to relive it,
Not with her and of that, I am definite.
I now often get such nightmares of my life before the accident.
Surely, I won't be getting it if I was not so alone emotionally.
HP Poem #1180
©Atul Kaushal
