a foreign fragrance permiates his skin
as he tries to justify this sin
and savor the thought.. be it ever so short
denying that he's the sort
that would steal water from another well
never mind that his own had'nt run dry
yet he answered her cry with one of his own.
it started as emotional adultery
you know.. sharing things not meant to be shared
like your inner thoughts.. fears.. dreams.. hopes
and the things that you broke.. like..
and don't forget.. homes.
somehow they see a future through these cracks
willingly carrying this load on their backs
believing that they have the 'right stuff'
he'll swear to it too.. as time is his ally
and the pillows on her bed are for decorations.