IllicitA Poem by K.P.H.Madjective; forbidden by law, rules, or customWho am I, To run from forbidden love? Who am I, To deny what’s to come? You made me come undone, In a way I thought could not be done. Lust laced in hemlock, Slowly pooled in my soul, Poisoned before we even begun. The scars I bear from this love, Cross on my body, Holding everything snug.
Just like how we were held together with promises, That could never work out. The nightingale will always call you home, You will always leave me, Cold and alone. Frozen in what could have been, Desperately waiting for you to come back, Again. © 2022 K.P.H.M |
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Added on July 3, 2022 Last Updated on July 3, 2022 Tags: Forbidden love, august, illicit affairs, summer, star-crossed lovers AuthorK.P.H.MMTAboutA romantic cynic for who poetry is an escape and healing. I hope you enjoy. more..Writing
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