Our time is stolen.
A web of lies.
Bound to be caught
Like an insolent child.
And still I glance at you
With hopeful eyes
And a hammering heart.
Our desire is fooled
By the want we see
In each other.
The wishes we call for
Our prayers to be answered.
But we are sinners
Destined star-crossed lovers
****** to hell
For insubordination.
Our battered and broken souls
Tempted by the thought of
What could be
Blinded by our greed.
Yet still I glance at you
With hopeful eyes and
A hammering heart.
Still I glance.
Still I glance.