Is It Wrong?
I've slaved my life away
For this is known as love
And what it means is problematic
And their words cut like razors in my veins
Tearing the flesh and peeling to the bone
I've not yet found an exception
To the one who breaks all the rules
Every minute, every second
I think this is wrong
But with every touch and every kiss
It feels so right
What if he knew?
What would he do?
Am I that evil to steal such a prize?
I can kill and I can ebat
But I can't attack emotions
wWhat do I do?
Follow my head and heart...
Or listen to my gut instincts?
Someone's going to get hurt in either ending....
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