The way your lips molded unto mine
That was where we crossed the line.
The way my fingers ran through your hair.
I knew we should've stopped it there.
The moment my hands went on your hips.
I regret the moment we started this.
Where we are now is less than before.
Because we're just friends, nothing more.
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Polaroids Lost in Time
PoetryOriginal poems, short stories and lost polaroids. Some sad and others bittersweet.