After all this time I am still guilty because as the song goes, she drives me crazy and I can’t help myself. Trial Lovers… at the end of the day I am the one that will be found guilty, maybe for her, maybe for me, anyway there goes eternity.
Who are we to judge?
How beautiful you are
Or am I enough
The value of a heart
Will we ever touch?
Where do we start?
To know about love
Suppose we both have guilt
Maybe I’m to blame
Was my heart to steal?
Wanting to know your name
This heartbeat a thrill
For want of a dame
Maybe God’s will
Deliberating jury
I am to you and you are to me
They toss and they worry
Drama they see
And then there is their fury
We will never be free
So I rush and I hurry
Is that my only defense?
Me loving you
It’s all circumspect
Can’t be true
In fact it’s less
Much too soon
Why I cannot rest
Standing, a guilty verdict
Because there ain’t no rest for the wicked
Have you ever heard it?
Don’t think I ever did
Not even for a moment
A boy and his id
But the apple you bit
Copyright © 2012, Will A. Bradford Jr. All rights reserved.
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