I can’t undo what has been done.
Cannot unsing a song that’s been sung.
The guilt I feel over this deception,
Clouded by lust from my exception.
I never thought I’d be the one insincere,
Until we met and you drew me near.
Though it was wrong, it felt so right.
I tried to say no, but I lost the fight.
How do I crawl back into my old bed,
When there is so much left unsaid?
I will forever carry the weight of this secret,
and force myself to keep it.
Feb 23, 2018
Feb 23, 2018 at 7:05 AM UTC
I can’t undo what has been done.
Cannot unsing a song that’s been sung.
The guilt I feel over this deception,
Clouded by lust from my exception.
I never thought I’d be the one insincere,
Until we met and you drew me near.
Though it was wrong, it felt so right.
I tried to say no, but I lost the fight.
How do I crawl back into my old bed,
When there is so much left unsaid?
I will forever carry the weight of this secret,
and force myself to keep it.
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