I kissed and held your hair of flame
Only to be the one to blame
Though you exhilarated me
And kissed and caressed me
I now have no choice but to loose thee
Even after I countlessly said, "No, please! I'm sorry!"
And so the greenhouse remains empty
And the cobwebs gather behind the library once more
In my heart I still keep your beauty
And remind myself that I am not a whore
–it was supposed to be a secret
YOU ARE READING
guilty.
PoetryAll of the citizen's desires, madness, and love stamped into pages, just to be delivered to you.
