Searching for Sin

What good are my eyes,
if I can’t see your face.
When you enter a room,
my pulse picks up pace.

That’s me crawling,
under your skin.
One word at a time,
searching for sin.

Together we’ll make it,
all the way to the top.
I just can’t help myself,
please don’t ask me to stop.



One response to “Searching for Sin

  1. Don’t ask me to stop, I’m a fragile work of crystal, forever spinning, forever playing

    Just cannot help myself from saying

    This game gets lonely sometimes

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