( second poet )

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ii. HOW

how?

how can every little things she does
can put me down on my knees
looking at her with pure bliss
oh let us share a kiss, dear god
i want to worship her
tell her she's my amber
tell her that she's the only girl i'll forever remember in my heart

how?

how can her skin be as beautiful as chocolate?
soft like the pillow i sleep on everyday
oh how i wish it'll be her that i'd be sleeping on
with my arms wrapped around her waist
and her face snuggling againts my neck
i can keep touching that soft skin
pepper her with light kisses
whisper sweet nothing
how? why'd it be sweet nothings?
i don't want to be sweet nothings

but then, reality slaps me real hard
i can't touch her
i can't hug her
i can't have my arms wrapped againts her waist
i can't softly kiss her

because, it's forbidden.

why? how?

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"jennie!" her mom yelled.

"yes mother?"

"dressed up, father is taking us to the church. remember your appointment?"

"oh."

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