It seem right at the time, no one would know.
Just one little taste.
Just one little taste, is what cost me my heart my dignity,
as visions of her face haunt my memories.
The pain in her eyes as my own betrayal reflects back at me,
reminding me of my moment of weakness, a moment of lust.
Now I sit here alone, wishing that I had taken another course,
instead of listening to the devils conscious as he sits
on my shoulder and whispers in my ear.
This door that separates us, it isn’t just a physical
barrier, but an emotional barricade that prevents my pleads of forgiveness.
How can I beg for forgiveness when I can not even forgive myself. I hurt her more than
possibly imaginable and for that I suffer with the consequences of my own action.
with one selfish act, i have proven myself a pathetic accuse for a man, and my only hope
is to win her love and trust back, or just die trying.