You can bury me alive,
Burn me to death,
Skin me slowly.
But I will never regret sleeping with the enemy,
Shared nights of passion with a devil,
Kissed the man who killed hudreds-
Or even thousands.
I will never regret that I fell in love-
Even with the wrong person.
I don't even regret the night I heard his secrets,
That gave me free ticket to hell.
I won't regret choosing this path.
Because I truly loved him.
My only regret,
Is writing his secrets,
And keeping a record of our sins.
For I may die,
But the world will still know-
That I loved a sinner,
And people may judge us,
Even knowing just a speck of the truth.
But the real truth is-
I may loved a sinner,
But he sinned because of me.
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Always on the 13th Hour
PoetryThis is a collection of prose and poetry, and a bunch of thoughts that keeps me awake every night. This is all about what goes on every 13th hour... if that hour even exists.
