A Question to a Vice

There are many vices

All of which sound nice

They tempt the soul

Yet burn it like coal

You may ask?

Why have you made me your task

In a sinful parade

But unlike the masqurade

I can't hide how I feel

My emotions are very real

Images of me in your arms

Safe from all vice's harm

But...loving you is the vice

Which I must pay the price

For your heart does stray

Far away

From the womanly kind

And I fall behind

Drowning in vice's sea

Why can't you change for me

Author's Note

Please ignore my spelling and grammar thanks!