Standing in the shadow,
On the corner of a forgotten street.
In the middle of a town, 
Baking in the unforgiving heat.

Panicking under the stars,
Over a stranger’s insinuation.
Simple instinct coupled with paranoia,
Leading to unreserved hesitation.

And the well runs dry.
Tears ache with time.
All that’s left,
Is an incomplete rhyme.

Walls crumble into oblivion.
While searching for the implication
Hunting for a synonym
To exaggerate the temptation

Of the sweet forbidden fruit
That’s tasted each day
Despite the repercussions
As Eden melts away