His cold hand held mine,
Our numbing fingers intertwined,
He kissed my lips like that was enough for the closing line,
"Goodbye, my forbidden lover you were never meant to be mine".
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Moonlight Poetry
PoetryPoetry and art are food for the soul. I think it's time you started feeding yourself. - Nightingale --------------------------------------------------------------------- An original collection of poems all written by me, I look forward to going th...
