my arms are tied up , as my heart,
tell me why am I cursed with this feeling, so familiar,
when I supose to never feel anything anymore ,
I said I don't fear god anymore , but when I look at him ,
and to only hear his breathe , is like I can feel god all over the room
, and I fear it, I fear it as the blade of that dagger in his hand ,
I know that what we have is a sin , but I can't help to wish him with every breathe ,
and every moviment,
why do I feel so conssumed , so fullfilled, since our first glance ,
when I look at the first time at this hazel eyes ,
a feeling start to consumemy body and soul ,
as my heart who just stop beating at this very day...
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