You were a forbidden fruit hanging on the branch of a tree full of stars,
guarded by the pure souls of the forbidden kingdom.
I was an outsider,
prohibited from entering the holy grounds.
But still I, mesmerized by your charm, trespassed the walls of your kingdom,
and I tasted you,
your sweetness and your sourness.
I was punished, tortured and banished from the land by the angels.
Yet, here I am again, standing in front of the forbidden kingdom,
in the overwhelming darkness,
waiting to savour your taste again.
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My 2am Thoughts Fitted Into The Lines Of Poetry
PoesiaThe perks of being an insomniac I get no sleep but sitting at the window and looking at the stars gives me ideas and thoughts which I weave into poems I hope you read it and maybe find something to relate with my thoughts
