They call our kisses wrong,
Even though our love is real.
They label our hugs inappropriate,
Even though our passion is sincere.
They call our love infelicitous,
Just because of a belief they blindly adhere.
The worst thing is to suffocate,
Just because of a feeling you hold dear.
If our love is wrong,
Then, I never want to be right.
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Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
