• A Regret, with a sin

    by  • April 24, 2010 • Regret • 0 Comments

    A touch. A Shiver . A gasp be said.
    A laugh. A sigh. A Sin in time.
    My words. My Wrongs.
    The regrets I’ve made.
    With a touch, a pleasure, the guilt
    Is all mine.

    The whispers. They Echo, in my mind.
    To Stop. To Listen. To look again.
    My reflection a sin, that will never wash away.

    A Groan. A moan. Pleasure be mine.
    The Sting, of a pleasure in my mind.
    Yet done, right after.
    My mind is clear.
    To realize
    To see
    My sins unfold.

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