I confessed my sins to a stranger
He seemed to understand
He didn't seem to mind much
Needless to say I was gladI talked about the dealers
The way I get chills every time I talk
I told him I was a lost soul
Just hoping to get caughtAll he did was smile and nod
And he told me very little
He told me about how he was just like me
And suddenly
He became the riddleHe was a complex little sinner
A hell bent sweet heart
He told me about how he couldn't help but calculate who was special
And I hit the dartTwo little angel sinners
On a thin trembling walk
Two little angel sinners
Strangers who didn't get chills when they began to talk
YOU ARE READING
Kairos
KurzgeschichtenIn every perfect moment I settle for either loving or loathing.