| Betrayal. Is that what one would call it, If I think of you, Far away and unattainable, Yet kiss another's lips? Is it a sin, If I hold you in my heart, And another in my arms? But how can it be? Is he not just a vessel, Through which I make love to you? Is this still classified, By that vile and most evil name of betrayal? I cannot believe it to be so, Yet wonder if I say this, This self effacing argument, To delude myself, And ease my conscious mind. Moments of beauty, Seconds of summer, Frozen in my thoughts forever. Each kiss and every breath, Is sweeter than the one before. Give me another, For but one is not enough, And I want as much of you, As can possibly be given in so short a time. Seconds fly away in your arms, As time robs me of it's greatest gift. I leave you with a kiss, A sigh, And tears in my eyes. It feels more like you leave me, Even though it is I walking through the door. Moments with out are endless torture, Like walking on coles, Or being stuck with red-hot pokers. But for you, For your kisses on me, I will endure any test, Even if what you ask of me, Are moments with out you. If I were to give my heart to you, Could you promise to give it back a pristine white, Or would it be returned bruised, black and blue? For once I gave it to another, One who did not cherish it like I myself do, Or even care for it, The way I would hope you would like to, And when it was placed back in my hands, Its crystal whiteness was marred by sticky red blood, So that I spent hours alone and lonely, Trying with only despair as my guide, To fix the tears rent inside, To staunch the bleeding, Before my life ran dry. Promise me that for once, My life will not run in circles, That for once, I won't get hurt, That for once, I won't be left standing, With my heart in my hands, And blood running through my fingers, Faster than an hourglass full of sand. |