Forbidden

Pinterest

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Stolen moments

Quiet looks

Accidental touches

It’s how it is to be with you

What started as childish rebellion

Turned into first love

Masked as forever

Only to be revealed as an impostor

What we had wasn’t sustainable

The climate to tumultuous

We were playing with fire

Should come as no surprise we burnt

Like an old love story

We will come to respect the past

Until the day the world is ready for us

I keep your heart in mine.

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