We don't choose what we set our hearts to,
and my heart was set on what I cannot have.
Craving the forbidden apple is my curse;
I've lost the privilege of thinking,
as its intense crimson steals my gaze.
And so I pine for the sensation of its skin between my lips.
I'm compelled to take a bite, and crunch it intently;
to get taste of its sugary juice as it flows through my mouth.
The thought of it in my system stirs my insides.
But even the slightest glimpse is dangerous.
It's a dicey game I'm not allowed to play;
and the odds will never be in my favor.
And I wonder is it just for the thrill of the forbidden?
The voice inside my head urges me to get my hands on it,
and steal it swiftly without leaving a mark behind.
But the consequences of the mere thought are deadly.
And so I settle for a branch of the tree,
that I sneak a peak at every once in a while,
just to get a taste of its mesmerizing beauty.
And it pains me to know that we don't choose what we set our heart to,
and my heart was set on what I cannot have.
And what I cannot have is you.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoetryHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
