pencil and water color on paper
I made a promise to myself that I will never keep.
I don’t even know that it’s possible for me.
He wanted to trap his love
to contain it,
but whenever he thought about her,
his love would leak out onto these pages.
Her smile, Her eyes, His undying love for her.
Passion has relentless cunning.
In the right light anyone can see her
and the strain of his guilt.
He had tried to keep his secret to himself,
but imposible desire will ruin even the most virtuous man.
The truth always reveals itself,
in a stuttered appology or retreat,
in disengenuous laughter.
or painted tears.
stolen with changes.