Wrapped.

Guilt trickles,
Lust rushes through.
Goosebumps prickle,
I think of you.
What I cannot have,
Feels so unjust.
What it could be,
Or a firey lust.
It seems unfair,
Living like this.
Lacking passion,
Love a mist.
Seeking my sin,
It wraps me up.
Finding someone else,
To fill my cup.
I shouldn't stay,
But I cannot go.
Reaching to you,
My world moves slow.
Three thousand miles,
Seems so much less,
When desperately seeking
Happiness.