Sin

A Poem by onlytemporary

The light in her eyes danced like there was a song playing that only she could hear. Eyes you could get lost in and never want to find your out. If angels existed she would be the proof, a goddess that walks among us commoners. Little did I know that she was sin dressed in white. Lips that were red as wine that I could get drunk off of and always go back for a second glass even though I knew I would pay for it in the morning; she tasted too good for me not to indulge myself. It hurt, and I knew it would, but to this day I still wonder if one night of bliss was worth the heartache in the morning.