To love you would be a great shame.
We would be the one's to blame.
The people will set us into flames
like our love is some forbidden game.
Time is coming fast.
This love will be our last.
Then the end will hit us with a blast
like a spell that has been cast.
Time is almost here,
and it is very near.
It sniffs out my fear,
and smiles at the sight of my tears.
I can try and fight,
but too great is my fright.
And my fright against his might
is like night taking over light.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Shatter
PoetryA collection of poems filled with heartbreak, imperfection, and faults that we find in our world, in ourselves, and in other people.
