No, it is not ok,
For you to surge into my life,
And rattle the hornet’s nest,
Whenever you desire,
To fool me,
And raise some false hopes,
And when I start to smile again,
You vanish like a whiff,
Pushing me again in a cove of grief.

This time it is definitely not ok,
And you are not welcome this time.

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