Ever have a lover? Ever wonder if that lover was true to you? Are you married to another? Is that lover?
Shall I continue?
Why is Love seen as a crime? Are we so behind the times that we cannot see what we do to our own society? I wonder at times, are we really free?
She told me today that nothing that I wanted to hear was wrong. I can hear the deceit in that twisted siren song. When asked she said she might be pregnant with her husbands child, I could hear the pain again and again, my thoughts just as wild.
Never did it enter my mind to deny what I felt inside, I love my never-to-be bride, whatever she should decide to do with our time we now spend in contemplation of each other's rhyme.
Hard on her is not what I'd say, better to say crushing, as supportive as I can be, I can't be there. I feel like rushing
To her side, cursing the husband who denies her and holds her
With ties that bind and intertwine.
Hopefully, sometime she'll read this verse and know that I don't curse her, hopefully reverse the downward slide into guilt and denial that being apart has engendered from me right from the start.
This piece is open-ended as the ending depends on her.
Being paranoid is the biggest reason I'm still around to practice my paranoia.