Torn

Your eyes whisper confessions
Your lips burns to speak,
They're speaking of your thoughts
Whispering love to seek.

The deafening silence then takes a peek,
Ignorance for a guise makes you bleak.
An insatiated desire you're trying not to show,
A shame for these follies I do know.

Lust for silent sin in quaint fantasy,
A cabaret to lead for thine sanctity.
So come now, an ease to thy misery,
Two for one do make a company.