may i pay for these mistakes
far away, in another life
i don't remember to care
when his burning fingers caress
this aching flesh of mine
when i'm with him i forget
our time together is not inconsequential
this bad religion, brings me to my knees
it binds me to secrecy
i can not tell a soul
i remind myself this sinful disposition
was in some ways accidental
when i kissed him
i think i made a deal with the devil
may i pay for these sins
far away, at another time
what i feel for him is an aching
for his blood, his soul, his mind
so i look into his eyes, and i see the reflection
of rising flames, hell burning behind me
there's still so much unknown to me in this world
but i think he's the devil in disguise
he brings me to my knees,
but i won't tell you how i pray
that'd be another price i can't afford to pay
loving him, longing for him, this is my religion
i can not tell a soul
my lips sewn tight
blood seeping from the seams
i'm surrounded in a pool of it, by my feet and my knees
the shame and the guilt,
both i'm willing to pay
but i can't sacrifice his name, knowing what they'll say
i'll remind them god and the devil were once brothers, you couldn't tell which was which
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aching heart
Poetry[POETRY/PROSE] red poppies, aching hearts, and sweet cream. my first collection of poems - DRAFT & STILL UPDATING
