Mistake

Mother to my son,
That’s when it all began
She become,
What I had yearned for
For so long.

Conscious effort,
I thought that’s all it took
I mistook,
My good intentions
For that look.

Clouded judgement
Hindsight is no such cure
She was sure,
My lack of knowledge
To adore.

Dancing daylight
Shadows between the sheets
Beg to keep,
The crippling moonlight
In so deep.

Death defying
Playing when chance was low
I will go
And tell my parents
It was so.

Line of sadness
Fire will hurt the eyes
We despise
My acting demon
Cut those ties.