Sin is honouring desire above what you know is right
Does my wanting you, what I can’t touch, fall in that aforementioned category?
That is something else I’ll never truly figure out, herein comes the tricky part, for in order to discover my sins, I must sin…
Or must I?
Should I wait and see? or see the waiting?
Am I walking the long path? or the lonely path?
or the fine, ambiguous line in between? I wonder.
Why is it the same every time?
You walk in, greet others disdainfully, fake a smile or two and then look me in the eye.
Why can’t you just look away?
or look more closely.
I need to just brazenly ask you to sin with me.
Tu es la femme de mon ami, de mon frere.