Broken Lust

We lay down at night, as if we're together, as if we're forever, pillow talk turns into moans and groans. We lay as one, but it's not done. The mind starts to run. Is she mines or are they lies. But what does it matter, as long as we had each other, as long as we shared that moment, as long as we became one and made each other trust in lust. We go our separate ways one hoping the other one broken, broken because of sight, and hoping for just another night.