Sin of Betrayal

by Yoselin Vallejos
(Oklahoma)

Two sinners playing in the dark that is what we have become
Two sinners with only bodies no hearts
Two sinners with no end or start
Becoming one sinner in the dark

There is a fault here that these two sinners have
There is an innocent somewhere promising me his love
He had rings and a house in his heart
But that my body disregards as two sinners play in the dark

His hands invalidate my feelings
They leave traces on my skin, traces on my soul
They burn through my reserves and any dignity
Hands that memory will hold of two sinners playing in the dark

Two sinners playing in the dark with no regard
No regard for true love
No promises or compromises
Just two sinners playing in the dark

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