If I knew when we spent time together,
it felt like time morphed into feathers
that floated on summer breeze
was this thing called love.
Would things be different between us?
If I knew girls could like girls
and that I fell for you.
Would we still
have each other's contacts in our phones?
If I had express my feelings back then
and somehow we became girlfriends.
Holding hands as we sat in a dim theatre
or pressed agenst each other
at the loneliest hours of the night.
Would our future together be different?
Or would you still be stuck
on the same self-destructive path
and I, spiral into the same depression
because I couldn't stop
you from destroying yourself in search of love.
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Violet Strings
Poetry"My lips burn to feel the pressure of her lips on mine." Violet Strings is an LGBTQ+ poetry collection that focuses on romance between two girls, coming out, her not being accepted in her family and how she deals with everything.
