even

 
who I am has shifted again  
a change of voice is treason  
I alter according to mood  
each face have their own tastes  
I am revulsed by yours  
but whatever my darling  
 
in the grandeur scheme of things it's no matter  
just a little pain, just a little more torture  
to covet in your heart is not the true nature of sin  
it is the act of the flesh to carry the heart's made up mind  
the inability to carry out the act screams indecision  
 
I can neither go backwards or forward  
my soul pangs make me angry  
I don't want to feel  
so I am cold  
you have, you have yet to taste my love  
it would burn you, its desire  
 
for now I ache with the wait  
waiting for your loyalty  
waiting for your honesty  
I don't want to be on your long list of maybe love  
 
I want time to shudder from the power of your feelings  
I want the sun to shiver from your intensity to yearn  
I am molten in my love over your soul  
but I am also green  
do not think less of me  
 
I am eons old and still too young for love  
but far too old to be played with