You're an archangel,
I'm lucifer's twin.
Yours is heaven;
Mine is hell
If only we're just ordinary just
Like a mundane.
It's forbidden but it feel
So damn right.
So damn right that my;
Our inhibitions fades every-time
I kiss you in the forehead and
Everytime You brush your little fingers
Through my hair.
Perhaps this is not the right time;
Not the right time for us to go
To our lovely paradise
Not today not tomorrow but someday. Someday, we'll meet at that paradise
And we'll lay down in the bed full of roses, naked and smiling at each other
YOU ARE READING
Abundance of poems;
PoesiePerhaps writing poems is just my only escape that I could think of;
