we learn not to speak of sins
hoping that not speaking them
makes it allright if not for us
at least to "Them"
if they don't know of my trangressions
they can't judge me
so we harbor secrets
were we should be housing
love
and learn to grit on people who
step too close to the truth
so much at stake.
so much to protect
they always told me
hot hands
cold heart
so when someone was needed
no one there to lend a hand
when it was necessary that i be
covered in another’s warm
alone
please do not judge me
you do not know me
and if you knew me
you wouldn't judge me
because my sins become you
become the secrets you hide from your
wife and your children
become the lies you tell to protect
your innocence
become you...
don't tell me what you would have done in my situation
it wasn't your situation
it was mine
and at the time.
i made the best decisions
for the woman child i was
you can be upset now
but it's too late
he'd be almost two
she'd be almost two
it's too late
i hear of people who harbor regrets like
the scars of their sins
i bear none
only wonderment
and what if
but trust
if you were me at the time that i was me
at that time that i was scared and alone and needing
a warm hand to warm my own
you'd do what i did too...
there is no guilt here
only questions.
(C)2004 luvjam
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