The words I built

Such strong resolve to say,

Quickly withered,

Quickly melted away,

My tormented soul,

Thrown again to turmoil,

To hide in my own shadow,

Again I recoil,

In the veil of night,

Yearnings words eco through my head,

Stolen kisses,

Then waking up unsure: dead?

Struggling again,

With desire,

Vexing actions, Ambiguous words

Add fuel to a fading fire,

Laying close,

Arms drawn in,

One kiss, a little closer,

Would it be such shameful sufarious sin?

Night's safety gone,

Soaked by that questioning rain,

Was that but the kindest of deceit?

Am I only bringing more pain?