My Only Sin

Another solitary night
I walk down a lonely street
The surroundings are familiar
Coz I’ve been here a thousand times before
I’m safer now
Than I am in the day
I can find my destination
Even if I close my eyes
I’m oblivious to the world
Underneath the black sky

I don’t care what they say
I don’t care what they do

They’ll never understand
That with you I am home
They’ll never know
The beauty, the truth and the hope
If this is forbidden
To me it matters not
I will welcome damnation
For my only sin is love

Tonight I make my way to you
To our secret sanctuary
The world around me is but fiction
For you are my only reality
I draw closer now
My heart fills with warmth
I know you’re waiting for me
I’ll be in your arms soon
If this is wrong let me be
My conscience is clear

I don’t care what they say
I don’t care what they do

They’ll never understand
That with you I am home
They’ll never know
The beauty, the truth and the hope
If this is forbidden
To me it matters not
I will welcome damnation
For my only sin is love

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Stranger to Me

The stranger boldly grins,
And looks at me with a flicker in her eyes.
She waves her jeweled hands,
As she flamboyantly speaks.
She narrates tales of adventures,
Of riches that she owns.
Of castles in the sky.
Of servants at her beck and call.
But she is living a lie.
She is being eaten away,
By a sickness that affects not the body,
But a sickness that defects the soul.
She has two faces: A beauty queen,
And a magician.
She lives two lives: A life of theatre,
And a life of crime.
She squanders wealth,
That is not her own.
She has a name,
That she ruthlessly disowns.
Guard your possessions,
Your purse. Your house. Your man.
From her prying hands.
Here one moment, gone the next.
I stare at the girl in the mirror,
I know her,
Like I know myself.
Yet, she is a stranger to me.

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Eternally

Last night I dreamt I lost you
I woke up in a cold sweat
But how could I lose
Someone I’ve never had
I’ve always been there
Cried in your time of sorrow
Smiled in times of joy
Loved you all these years
Yet to you I am nothing
Like the black heavens
Unworthy of your gaze
I watch over you as you sleep
I take in your every breath
Wish I could touch you
And my silent heart
Whispers words I could never say…

Your love is a journey
To a land of nowhere
With no bright light ahead
To guide the way
I’m lost in you
I’m lost with you
I see the danger
But I refuse to be swayed
Even to love you from a distance
Even to remain non-existent
I want to fall for you
Fall into the depths…eternally

I’m tired of being alone
But can never let you go
I’m in chains of steel
Insane, disillusioned
The devil in you
Your charm and devious ways
Your smile steals my soul
Tempts me to succumb
Though I know I cannot hope
I can only fear
One day you’ll go away
Without even knowing my name
I will always be that girl
Outside looking in
And my silent heart
Whispers words I could never say…

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If these walls could talk...

A ramshackle cabin lost in the woods.
Dark. Hidden. Abandoned.
A mold of wax sits on the window sill.
From a candle that died out some years ago.
To the eye of an observer…
A useless stack of wood.
In the eyes of the beholder…
Escape. Refuge. Bliss.
Inside, the stale aroma of decaying timber.
A worn-out mattress in one far corner.
Above it, a nail bolted into the wall.
Where a picture crookedly hangs.
If these walls could talk.
What a story it would tell.
A story of love forbidden.
A story I know so well.

A ramshackle cabin lost in the woods.
Where the lovers would meet.
A candle sits on the window sill.
Casting shadows on the walls inside.
It was there they made a lasting vow.
To love. To cherish. To return.
It was there they shunned out the world.
The distance. The obstacles. The doubt.
On the mattress they lay.
And awakened each dawn.
To say goodbye. To part ways.
To again succumb to the call of night.
If these walls could talk.
What a story it would tell.
A story of love forbidden.
A story I know so well.

A ramshackle cabin lost in the woods.
Where the lovers bid each other farewell.
The candle by the window sill.
Melted. Diminished. Died out.
Within these four walls.
They lay in complete darkness.
So neither would have to see the other cry.
To see the other walk away.
They made a binding promise.
That one day, someday, soon.
When the world would let them be.
To love. To cherish. To return.
If these walls could talk.
What a story it would tell.
A story of love forbidden.
A story I know so well.

A ramshackle cabin lost in the woods.
Dark. Hidden. Abandoned.
A mold of wax sits on the window sill.
From a candle that died out some years ago.
Slowly, I draw near and enter.
A whole different world.
A world of vivid memories.
Of escape. Of refuge. Of bliss.
I take the picture down from the wall.
A teardrop falls on the reflection.
Of lovers I had once known.
Lovers whose story has long since ended.
Then the door creaks open behind me.
And I stand my ground.
Footsteps echo towards me.
Patiently, I wait.
No confusion. No fear. No doubt.
A hand rests on my shoulder.
And I know who it is.
If these walls could talk.
What a story it would tell.
A story of love lost.
A story of love found.
A story I know so well.

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Once the boy...

For the boy who knew my name,
Before he saw my face.
And for the man who was that boy,
Whose love no other can replace.
From the girl who is now the woman,
Who lives on the promise that you make.
For boy and girl, man and woman,
A lifetime—that none would forsake.
The girl remembers the boy.
And the woman shall never forget the man.

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