Thoughts resting privately, quietly pining for each other silently.
She’s eyeing me invitingly, defiantly desiring me.
She’s a higher being, enlightening, but our love is dying violently.
Our secret fire of lies as we keep these feelings inside.
We hide these love crimes because it will only lead to strife.
Losing the battle, hearing death rattle like suicides.
Her vibes make me senseless, and yearn to be in her existence.
An endless love from a distance, only the Most High can witness.
Witness our sins, sentence us to hell ‘cause we’re no longer sinless.
Should we seek repentance?
Forgiveness as a Christian for indulging in these addictions?
Did I mention, these words were never mentioned.
Never exchanged or spoken.
They are lost between us, feelings never open.
Locked in a cage, never to be broken, but the needing is potent.
Like I drank a passionate potion brewed from the depths of her emotions
Notions, to throw caution to the wind and declare this love affair hidden within.
Rescind this silent vow of secrecy and yell it to the wind.
In the end, doesn’t love have to win?
Author Nicklous Adams 