Treasure Island

Mandi Higginbotham

(7/17/1976 / Biloxi, MS)

My Sweet Sin


Can't you see I hold you
Deep inside my heart?
As consequences rip us apart
I try to tell you honestly
I love you more than life
But you, you hold the anger
And I, I am cursed to look
Look into another's eyes
And not yours, my love
Can't you see the Lie
Was my shield I held
Only to keep you...
I felt secure with it
It tight in my grasp
As it's what I've known
Known for so long...
I love you and now this.
What is to become of us
Now that I've lain my shield
At your feet and exposed
My bleeding heart to you?
Tell me, my sweet...
What shield do you hold to me?

Submitted: Thursday, August 24, 2006
Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010
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