Parisab

The Sins of Us

 

 

The fragile rain bleeds

from the storm of my heart

I don’t see the sky when it’s captured

inside the window frame of your heart

The jingle jangle, in your pocket startles me

from the house key, you bought me

We’re merely strangers,

when the eyes from the above

has marked my forehead with a star

There’s no room in this house when all I see is empty promises of our wicked ways

hidden in the sinless moments

I’m earthbound immersed from

the sorrow and the hunger

And the anger when you blame me

Yes, you don’t own me.

 

We play roles

 

I’m no saint

 

I need to belong

 

Yes, I’m wretched.