When we touch something happens, is it my heart that surrenders under your presents. When you speak my fuel pours into your crust to fill with the love I open only for you. When we sleep, darkness realeases away from my vain, to feel the comfort of your warmness between my arms. When we hold onto our breath, I hold no regrets, I hold unto nothing. I am free. When we stand under that rain as the moon stands to be our only witness of this crime. I leave my guard down. Standing under that rain twisted and insane, I feel every breath that lies upon my skin with that ring on your finger, reminding me of my crime. I shut down the world with the passion I feel for you. I allow my fantasy to shatter my mind with the softness of your hands but that ring is there. That ring that rubs against my body burning my skin and leaving her name tattoo unto my skin. . That is why I am here holding you under my arms and letting the warmness of your kiss flow down my skin to win over this crime. That is why the moon is our only witness in this bench park. That is why the rain pours down my skin; its pouring my fuel of this love that is a rotten rose blooming into the fields of guilt. How resist those lips when I fall into his plate and leave my wings open to fly. How to say no when I have fallen for the temptation of lust. When he pulls me into his arms and leaves chills on my neck. When the wind whisper into my ear to let in, when I found what I was looking for in his smile, in his touch, in those lips. How to let go when the hours pass like minutes. How to say no when he is my weakness. When the raindrops have taken my tears to forget about her and the man I shall marry soon. When he has the power to control my emotions, my mind, when he showed me words are more than letters. When he is taken and I am engage to marry his best friend. If loving secretly is my crime, then I shall let in and sing my heart to sleep in his arms one last time. I shall let my name split into two and blow towards the mellow hill to shed this love I am curse to let go. If his voice fades, I shall fade from my heart. If I ignore this I shall die when I see him and can't hold him. So I shall tell you last thing the comes in my heat when I see you, Tu Me Matas.
