A Modern Tragedy

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It’s an obsession I crave,
And a secret I keep.

Locked up inside,

Only one holds the key.


It’s a burning passion,

Running through my skin.
Runs so deep,


I’m running so thin.



It’s tortured desires,

Desires we have to hide.
We’re a modern Shakespeare’s tragedy,





A secret we confide.




It’s a shame,


What we go through.

You can’t have me,


I can’t have you.


It’s hard to resist,


But easy to give in.

When you are all I crave,
What a delightful sin?





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