Forbidden Affairs

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I - Summer

Flowing in the wind,

flaxen hair and a white shirt over burnt skin.


Perfume on the breeze.

Hear the sound of the waves beneath the palm trees.


Lazy days in the sand,

watching the birds fly by over our heads.


Lazy days in the sand,

trying to forget, that she has a man.


Right there by the sea,

 she still kisses my wet lips and pretends that we are free.


She pulls me by the hair

and makes me believe in eternity.


Just her and I, alone at the beach.


Lazy days out there,

on the bluest coast you've ever seen.


Laughing under the rain and sun,

Isn't this the best way to live?


"Let's never go back to our boring lives.

We'll fake our deaths, write down our goodbyes,

and disappear between the ocean, the sand and the sky."


This is what I think, 

everytime I look at her.

But then I remember...


She's not mine to have.

She's taken, she has a man.

And I'm just another siren, foreign to her land.

I'm just another wave, that crashes on the sand.

I'm just another shadow, beneath her burning sun.

I'm just another lover, dreaming of being "the one".


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II - Autumn

Her skin has turned white now,

and I haven't seen her hair. 

She's been hiding it under hoodies, 

under beanies and fuzzy hats.

The wind has gone cold.

The leaves have turned gold.

The skies have turned black.

And Lord, I really want her back.


A few months have gone by

since I last tasted her lips.

Endless months of cruel torture

since by her I was bewitched.


God, I miss the way

I could grab her by the hips,

and bury my face in her neck,

and sigh as her shoulder I kissed.


I miss what I never had

all for myself to begin with.

I miss the dream that I dreamed,

before it was ruined by Him.


I can't even hate the poor man.

Can't blame him for standing between

two women he didn't even know

were lovers —not friends, not twins.


As I stand alone in the beach,

I picture them both in my head,

and I try so hard to pretend

that I don't hate myself for our affair.


That I don't hate that man for what they have.

That I don't hate Her for the despair

she created deep in my soul,

so many months ago.




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