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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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".
Poetry