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Poem inspired by the irony of sin becoming love |
| The cadence of our heartbeats Matches the sound of the headboard Here we are again Love starts with sin But it’s becoming something more She said, “I can’t control this.” I say "I don't want you to." We can be alive and well Or dead and damned As long as I’m with you How much longer until forever? How long do we have to wait? I’m begging for you Because I need this I’m dirtying my clean slate These chains could never hold me I’ll rip them link by dirty link My wrists are bleeding And I’m barely breathing I need you more than you think |