Sideways...

If 2 wrongs don't make it right, then why at night does it feel so nice to be trife?
When things in this life should be fine, or at least kept quiet
Maybe next lifetime; but not quite, we only live once...
I mean, that's what they say. But who are they? Or, who are we to make laws or rules of engagement
Only to be bent & twisted cause we didn't like what they represented, straight up & down like 6 o'clock. 
So we looked sideways most days, head cocked like a dog trying to understand & better comprehend
This love language that's as strange as 2 strangers that've only met once or 2 times a year;
Quarterly at best, only to hear for the 1st time a sign of rising interest-rates with residual returns.
If left untouched, allowed to grow, who knows what might become; rather became
What is this strange-fruit? Forbidden to touch or eat & such, tempting as it may be
Repercussions beat loudly, throbbing, pounding to gett'em to march to a different beat
With new music to lay to, or tracks to fall back & retreat. Over 6 yrs. old & still not allowed in the street 
To walk, cross, or play. Even under the circumstances we took chances. Blind from wine & seductive glances
Subtle touches, strokes of hair, deliberate brushes of bodies now ensnared. Engulfed by flames
Not wanting to combust; but burned just the same when we felt the other's touch...
In this game of House or cat & mouse with no one to instruct. 
Physical deposits & overnight withdraws made emotions difficult to deduct. Seems we're Fucked...Literally.
Not figuratively speaking. She needed the bond to weaken,"Soooo hey, by the way...
I'm slipping away for the weekend. There's this beacon that I'm seeking, wanna feel how it shines. 
Cause me following you is like the blind leading the blind. See, I gave you ALL of me; you just took what you needed
My expectations were exceeded, though no remorse, I fell hard from the force!
I can no longer 'Be By Your Side' like Sade, I need to be the main course..."
And with that being said, the end became my beginning. I had wanted a friend, that's all I intended. 
Now cuts have been mended, while scars remain to explain the tragedy of "We"
Stained souls console what the eyes can't see, the mind won't forget, so the heart just bleeds
Steady streams of dreams soaked deep in these sheets while we sleep-sideways. 
Some days, Sun rays distort jaded visions of this division, so talks lean towards awk-"words"
That keep feelings hidden; but doesn't numb the pain, it just changes how it's given
So I'll just pray until that day that I'm FORGIVEN...