Forgive Me, For Wanting You So

I’m washing my sins at the river,

knowing that they’ll never leave,

but learning to love them.

You are lost in the lullaby of the loving waves,

swimming to shore,

as I drink deep from my dreams.

You are a plaything to a prom queen,

promised from the first glance,

loved since I began to breathe.

We burn alive,

melting in our magic,

and it feels worth the damnation.

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