I don't know what I'm doing.
Every average heart beat beats from 60-100 per minute. Every single day the heart beats about 100,000 times and in the process sending 2,000 gallons of blood surging through the body. This blood, keeping you alive and allowing you to function.
So why is it that my heart is beating and flowing blood through my millions of veins, yet I am not able to function?
I don't know what I'm doing.
This is wrong on so many levels.
Taboo in my world, my universe.
Two paths that were never suppose to cross; fire touching my finger tips, icicles pricking my toes. I lay on my rose pink prayer rug, hands placed on my chest, feet spread out and my eyes staring at the ceiling into nothingness.
My eyes and mind are quiet as they listen to my heart sing. Singing in the familiar tune it always plays like a harpist repeating her solo for the millionth time.
I don't know what I'm doing.
My burning fingers reach over and slightly touch my bottom lip. These sacred lips that chant God's name, that read His words; imagine how it would be if I stained them with lips that do not do the same? The thin lips of a man who am I never in my life ever to consider to wed? These lips of mine wanted to kiss the rose and instead were pricked by its thorns, for now I am enchanted by this wicked spell.
I wait for it to end. This dead end crush.