it wasn't a crime:

it wasn't a crime to fall for him.

although every one treated it as though .

it wasn't a crime to miss him so bad it hurt.

but everyone just sad no.

it wasn't injustice for me to smile when i heard his name.

my father took his faith away without reason.

every person looked down on me in shame.
i wasn't about to be put down for loving another soul.
i would't let someone else tell me;
speak to me as though i was a child.
i wasn't about to let someone take what made me whole.
it wasn't a crime to let him kiss my lips.
people in my life treated him as my own demise.
mother was a forgiving saint; she brought them to a stop
because she looked at my teared face and she then relised.
the truth must of been hard to face.
for a mother to look so much in fear of loosing her child.
to no less than a man who would make her a woman.
that i would take  passion and nothing close to something mild.
it wasn't a crime and i wasn't going to be locked up in thier world.
not without a fight.
so i finally took his hand,  and he took mine.
now i get to love him ever secound of every night.