For what people make of us is nothing but harsh,
a passion so dark,
the lust lingers in,
people make the worst of us,
yet they have not seen the love in which is pulling us together.
complications stand in our way,
for then you cannot be with me..
longing in something we can't have.
longing in something which seems to be so wrong..
something so wrong..
yet it makes me nothing but joy-ace.
a secret love.
a Gothic love.
old fashioned..
yet like no other..
he is like the bait..
to lure me in..
he stands only to break me apart..
yet i love him.
for just take me..
don't go walking out that door..
down onto the lonely path of pain..
he became nothing but a shadow for so long..
for my only one this is for you..
i confess i am but your lover and fool..
a blanket to be be wrapped around me..
like your arms rocking me safely to dream..
the most sincere..real..
passionate romance..
yet the most hated to be known..
