I know how wrong is this,
I know what will this thing lead me to,
I know what I'm doing is either will destroy me or will put a forever memory in my head.
He's tall, handsome as hell,
I know I could not resist his charming face,
I swear I know how it'll end,
But I really can't find the way out of the comfort he gave.
He'll gonna be a guilty pleasure,
I felt bad when he kissed me once and I did not see those coming,
I feel guilty if I hadn't asked him to kiss me for one last time before we went apart.
We're not lovers, we're not in love
We're just a couple of sparks that got attached to each other,
It's a crime to still feel his lips on mine,
But it's a lie if I don't.
09.55 p.m
August 7th, 2023
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