One

 

The blink of your eye

Draws my attention.

I cannot ask why. . .

There is no answer to that question.

 

It’s nothing that you do;

Nothing special: it’s only you.

Asking then pushing away;

God, please save me with the light of day.

 

I know this should be wrong,

But with you I cannot be strong.

One look: only you I need.

I am nothing but this greed.

 

You are the goddess of my desire,

But you burn me like Hell’s fire.

You give me a taste then turn away. . .

It was never about me anyway.