Passion

Category: Writing and Poetry


A window creaks as she enters.
All calls are put on hold for this moment
as tonight we sin,
and lies are born where secrets burried blossom.
A mother lays unaware,
and siblings stir in slumber.
Tonight we sin,
and lies are born where secrets burried blossom.
Is love enough to keep him near?
How much can one give before the guilt sets in?
And until then tonight we sin,
and lies are born where secrets burried blossom.
© 2007