Twisted and torn

The feeling  keeps growing
The need is more
But was it a mistake
Or was it not
I am twisted

Twisted and torn
between lust and love
what is more important
can someone tell me please..

I still love that moment and treasure it
but was it the real thing I still do not know
whom have I betrayed
was it me my soul or a the unknown third party’

There are no doubts that I love the moment
it was my day and mine only
each word he whispered in my ear
keeps echoing 

Will he be mine?
Were we meant to be together?
is he my owner
the questions keep torturing me

Night Visitor

Beaming through my window was a strange light

It startled me to see a strange sight

I wondered what it could be

In a second it disappeared

“Someone traveling in the night” I thought

But no in a few second it reappeared at my window

What could it realty be

Putting aside my fears I decided

Stood up in my bed and peeped out my window

Alas, what could I see?

It was a delightful sight

It was such a sense that gave me a fright

With the sheer chill

Was a great delight

I saw it standing behind a tree

It seemed as it was mocking at me

For it again hid in night’s darkness

As to say” look for me, can you see me

I laid my head on the pillow thinking about it

For it had gone

But Ah

It came again and knocked on my window

Saying “I’m here again”

The night was playing its game with me

I smiled to myself and waved goodnight

I went to bed

Thinking about the moon