Silent // Screams

III

-- continuing --

But there was your friend who caught a glimpse,

Of me caressing your gentle lips,

So one day when you came home,

I started writing this poem

How I'll miss our forbidden love,

Separated by the ones up above

Because you were the moth to my candlelight,

But you didn't put up a fight,

You gave in to my blinding flame,

Now your wings got burnt in shame.

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