"So denied, so I lied, are you the or never kind?" I live with your wreckage of despise. I wanna open my arms and fly high in your beautiful grace, having just a little taste. Seeping through your veins. We haven't quite broken the chains. Living on your prayer, living on seconds turning to minutes creeping upon to hours slowly as day breaks upon my windowsill. You leave so quietly its as if you were never even here. Until that creek catches my mothers keen ear. She seems so unaware. My one glimpse of guilt conceives her stare. Do we dare? Do this over and over, until we get caught. Oh god just the thought. Should we obey what we are taught?
