This kind of love
Was forbidden
But somehow it made me want to love her.
We met
Under the dark Paris sky.
After I danced
Late into the morning.
She was like me.
Creative. Independent. Persistent.
We put our lives at risk
for others.
Her soul was sweet.
As was her touch.
She gave me the kind of solace
My tortured soul.
Had been searching for.
I couldn't find it anywhere else.
I was healing in her companinship.
But I knew
If they found out
We would be punished.
Lose our careers. Our lives.
Everything we worked for.
But somehow that made me want her more.
Maybe the fact that it was so dangerous
Seen as a sin in the eyes of the people
Who made the rules
Was what mad new want to defy them,
As I had so many times before.
Blackmail. They found out.
It's over. My heart is pained.
From this tragedy.
Am I a bad person for letting her go?
Am I selfish for wanting her to stay?
I'm sorry I had to love you.
Even if it was only for a little while.
My heart is breaking yet another time.
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PoetryWARNING: May contain triggering material. Read at your own risk. A collection of poems based on life, love and heartbreak. Also, a huge thanks to Via (@bookworm_2726) for designing my new book cover!! Credits: @TheBookworm1237 for the inspiration t...
