Like the first

Tentative step

Fear, pleasure, will

Fisting your heart, clawing your insides

Guilty stalks her

Every breath

Every look

Every word of love

Chokes her on

The lie that she lives

Such a beautiful smile

Light eyes, strong hands

But those bubbles

Never fills her veins

Never shadows her heart

So guilty she

Avoids his eyes

More lies

False hope

Guilty she never

Reaches out to the cold space

Besides her   

Or make a sound

When tears come

For she’s Guilty

Guilty of aiding false love

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