Unfaithful.
I can’t even go out of door, pretending that I’m going to some place else when I really going to see somebody else, the one that became my sin.
I feel like a murderer when I lie to you, because I can see when you are dying inside, but you love me with a blind love that it can’t be define.
God! Know why this happen to me but I really got no answer for the things that happen and I wish I could say that is you the one that push me to do this but is was me.
Every night the thoughts of feeling guilty take my sleep away and I think to my self how wrong I was when I did those things with that somebody else.
So the months pass by and I still thinking about the one that I went to hell with but I don’t feel bad for the things that happen, I feel bad because I lie to you the one that I’m in love with and what it kill me the most is that I broke our trust and I was unfaithful to you.
Sins that will stay on my heart forever, and it will be a cursed to my heart that never is going to go away from my heart and soul.
By
Christian montiel
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem