I have nothing to write
Yet I am writing
I am letting random words
To be uttered by my hands
Not too quick nor too slow
These hands can only write few
My mind can think of plenty
But has no other ways
To be played or to play
A choice has to be made
To be with innocence
Or to play with an innocent
Life is tricking me slowly
Making me chose wrong
Deceiving me with all
The temporary pleasure I get
His arms were a safe have
Yet easy way to hell
Pardon me people
I chose to be played!
His eyes were so a wilder
The best to be lost
Again, Pardon me people
I chose to be the innocent!
If I were to sin
I would want it with him
For that I would repent
As we kneel in the aisle
Pardon me people!
I have so much to say
But twenty-eight letters?
They are not a enough
Again, pardon me people!
Yes! There is so much to say
Million of words are here?
But I ran out of them
Yes my mind thinks of plenty
As said words are not enough
But don't worry your mind
Everything is just about him