That forbidden kiss was just the start;
my thirsty love, your longing heart.
I pulled you close, you took me in,
we filled the time with lips and skin.
If we grew wings, free and blue –
we damn near did, we damn near flew –
d’ya reckon then we’d be okay,
would you take my hand and fly away?
Or are you still tethered, as well as feathered,
and clipped by indecision?
Cos I for one was born to fly,
and won’t rot my heart in prison.
We were happy once to make-believe,
both looking for a reason
to do just as we pleased.
But who’d have thought the lovers
would let their hearts concede,
fall victim to each others’ words,
and watch their promise bleed?