I DID WRONG; I YEARNED
FOR WHAT DID NOT BELONG.

I PUT FEAR AND UNCERTAINTY
IN A VOID WHERE LOVE IS
DESIRED.

GAVE EYES TO THE SULTRY ESSENCE
OF ITS BEING.

FELT DESIRES THAT WOULD BURN
LIKE FIRE.

DID ALL, EXPERIENCED NOTHING.

IF TO FEEL LOVE IS A CRIME, I AM GUILTY.

PLEASURE HAS BEEN MY FORTE.
WITH HURTIN BEING MY RIGHTEOUS
SIN.

THE WINE LIKE EXISTENCE THAT
I TASTED HAS LEFT ME IN A
DRUNKEN STOOPER.

I ASKED, WHY ME NOT YOU?

                                                                                                                  written by bobby