Treasure Island

Chris Cariad

(June 10,1989 - Present / Paducah, Ky USA)

Forbidden Fruit


The forbidden fruit was not meant to be eaten.
So why have I lay grasp on its succulent skin
And forever forsaken us to this sin?
My atonement rings
As the harps cry.
This final letter will be my the last goodbye.
I lay waiting for judgement to come around.
You're the perfect being
That companionship abounds.
My forbidden fruit came in many flavors.
Tempted me to you
Something the devil made me do?
You're my biggest sin and my only thought.
Your loving face.
Your Loving touch.
Forever forbidden,
Forever embraced with this sin.

Submitted: Monday, December 16, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 17, 2013

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