Just a Sonnet Xii

Is this love or is this lust? Truth should be told when she's walking with another man Will I breakdown into pieces and lose her trust Time will do the talking, the walking on this page is for the pen My first words are "both our hands are filthy" That day I wish to hold you close Let me untie your tangled mind, maybe we shall feel free With your sharp rigid skin, still, you are a rose We touch, much feels like holding thorns, so we bleed Both our hearts are very cold Wearing love in public and sleeping on corrosive sheets Running in circles is getting old Love is very similar to the Ferris wheel The ups and downs are two hearts learning how to feel