My brain is telling me I have to do what's right
but my heart always says don't give up on this fight
my feelings ever present
even though my frustration vents
there's so much I want to say to you
but I have so little words
instead I write poems that are true
and plant it in a verse
hoping you will read between the lines
in-between the quips and the rhymes
as they all stem from the heart
each and every single part.

Good or bad
happy or sad
I keep writing
keep wishing
keep praying
that it will help my cause
or else I'm at a loss
not just for words
but for hope.

As its the only thing left
all else is bereft
for fate is a thief committing theft
stealing anything good in my life
as he plunges in the knife
but you will realise I'm already severed
for I have already weathered
so much more
I'm already damaged to the core
already bled from every pore
this is a walk in the park
I'm used to these feelings so dark
this insurmountable hill
the unswallowable pill
the unbreakable deal
that's made on my behalf
caught within sins grasp
an hereditary weakness
the insidious bleakness.

How I yearn for your soft caress
for anything else I couldn't care less
you are my universe
written about in every verse
from the beginning to the very last
Has time really travelled this fast?
Did we have to part ways?
Couldn't our love be saved?
I won't give in
nor rest
till I'm free from sin
and this conflict of interest.