• When will I confess to dishonesty?
    To where has my confidence descended?
    We live in make believe intimacy,
    Parting was not what I had intended.
    No need for silly words to make appeal,
    Only desires for your forgotten smiles.
    Contradict my truths to start an ordeal.
    Tainted justice and freedom defiled.
    Wisps of hair and delicate fingertips
    Become so tantalizing to the mind,
    But the only evidence is a kiss
    And an incriminated heart you’ll find.
    I’ll forever stay a thing of deceit.
    Buried feelings have never tasted sweet.