Mundane sins

Staring blankly ahead into a moving canvas, wonderstruck and mouth gaping in awe, fine edges seem untouched, edges though not mine yet I would covet and this part I would soon regret. Desire pushed me now I get it picturesque as you should not be meddled but etched hands that knew nothing soon realized why it’s not meant for something, for each spark in the near touch of you built something in this hollow soul while reaping from your abundance. A moving canvas with edges fine in details intricate as each line strokes one I yearned then soon covet a love, in vain, we regret.

- Marron Aerielle