Holy Crime

I stand in front of the Bible, looking into the eyes of Jesus....

I still don't know if I am wrong or right,

Save it's too meagre to consider anymore,

When everything I had is lost,

I just stand on.....

Little did I know,

I should meet you,

In days of despair and hunger,

When you smiled at me

And gave me a hand,

I got a warm body,

And I went on....

It didn't seem true,

It didn't feel,

The way it should have,

I knew every breadth was afar,

You were not the one,

But it was a good deal,

I got food and shelter,

A home to say mine,

And I went on...

And on the way to Lake George,

I saw you into someone,

It caused some pain,

A home was gone again,

And I cried that day,

But never again,

It was a good deal,

I got food and shelter,

A home to stay,

And I went on...

However when she saw us,

I broke completely apart,

I think she lost a home,

That really she thought was hers,

I don't think I deserve all that,

But she did,

She didn't go on,

I tried to tell her,

But by then it was too late,

If not love, something serious,

Belonged within us....

So here I am, I could have been better, the good girl they ask me to be, but was I given a choice? I'd be dead by now, I know but it kills me to think what I did to someone so fine, maybe it's not worth any forgiveness, I only wish all this could be undone and I could wake up like a child in a home of my own !