sin of flesh👩‍❤️‍👨

I grew up in a broken home A broken song and a sad poem No, there was no means of divorce But why does their love feels so forced? Whispered lies and secret glances, A stolen touch, forbidden dances. Trust erodes with each deceit, As vows once made now face defeat. Guilt lurks beneath a mask of calm While doubt spreads like a noxious balm. The thrill of risk, a fleeting high, Cannot outweigh the price,a sad goodbye. For every secret has its cost, And what is gained is often lost. The path of truth, though sometimes hard, Leaves fewer hearts and lives left scarred Is there even a shred of pity left? But for her to be silent and deaf For the sake of her children Shed rather busy herself in the kitchen