Give me my deadly sin and make me regret wondering.
For a moment of lust in your arms disguised as more,
Is better than a life of what ifs, curiosity that causes stumbling.
Having you by a technicality and feeling your slip away,
Is worse than not having you at all,
But the memory of your kiss has more words than you could ever say.
You want to prove yourself, so have a trick up your sleeve,
Ones that I won’t recognize from before,
Ones that might not make me leave.
Exiled from my thoughts, I risked being trapped in a desert,
Stuck with only your constantly fading ghost,
But feeling you want me is something that cannot be measured.
Your hands rushed with desire climb over my skin,
Brushing hair back from my eyes,
And as wrong as it is, I want nothing more than to win.
Win you or win by walking past you I have not decided,
Thoughts roam that were long forgotten,
And so I’ll try not to pick people to confide in.
You are not dusted with shame, but a more humble emotion.
My cheeks grow red when I think of telling people we exist again,
For while at times you rose above, overall you lacked devotion.
I’ve often wondered before what made us miss,
So remind me of the poison that laces your lips,
As my favorite sin takes me over with a kiss.