Intentions cruel, expectations low.
As the wind passed by,
You came now you go.
I close my eyes,
To my suprise, you didn't go.
You left your coat.
The rain settles in.
You let yourself touch me knowing it's a sin.
The guilt kicks in, so much for love.
Must not be lust, I love you so.
You won't let me go nor escape.
The guilt kicks in, so much for love.
You sit back down, and lean in over.
Your neck presses firmly against my obsession-filled lips.
We share a moment.
The guilt kicks in, so much for love.
You feel the rush.
You walk away.
You see my tears, do you smell the pain?
The guilt kicks in, so much for love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This has a certain swing to it were it makes you anxious. Makes you sad, and makes you angry. I love this one! ! I hope to see it publicated one day.