The Garden of Eden

You were forbidden fruit, that I could not help but be contaminated by. A worthy opponent.Consumed in the afflictions of mind and heart. Knowing all too well that we shouldn’t, but I couldn’t resist. I was scorned in your flame, a fire still burning.Lighting what feels like a life long furnace that can’t seem to be tamed. You were my starry nights when the moon was not loud enough. Often wonder why you saw my soul before you met my eyes, kept telling myself lies to keep the deceit of defeat knowing damn well I saw you just the same. A mind so radiant, started off as a helping hand turned to take my hand. Telepathy at its finest, always wondered if you felt the things as I, butterfly without her wings.