fake

You shouldn't stir otherwise... other people's ashes

Not you, not even... nobody could ever,
no matter how hard you try...the wall is too high,
the demons of my past would remain... and yet
I walk... parallel to your lies... goodbye.
tomorrow when the sun comes out
you would fade out... and you will become,
a bad dream on the wrong night out.
Reminisce, perhaps with no regrets
of the fire that I perceive will engulf
Oh my God!! forgive me ... I have sinned!
I'd fallen in the spell of her voice,
in the mystic attraction of her singing,
and in the sweet infatuation of her kiss.