WEAK LINK


WEAK LINK

She is my best friend

You are her beau

You walked by me

Hairs stood up

Breeze blew my hair

We look and then away

She never noticed

Trust, a weak link

We crossed the line

Heavy breathing

Touching hot spots

Lust taking over

Looking down

I knew it was wrong

She was my best friend

You were her beau

Trust now broken

Our lips are sealed.

Written by,

Terry Shepherd

6.18.2014

 

 

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