The tears are real

The tears are real...

The tears are real, they wash down my face.
A moment so precious I can’t find the words to describe them
His presence on my thinking, his knowledge of my burdens
His love forever given and yet I live in sin.
I’m not innocent anymore. I might as well be a whore
Why need respect when I lost it for myself?
I gave my heart to another man. I live a lie every single day of my life.
The tears are real, the regret is not.
What punishment will I need to pay for deceiving myself this way?

2/16/2010
Michelle Klear

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