Oh my little town,
they said our fusion
was unholy, a recipe for
unworthiness,
not because
our hearts weren’t
pure to feel what we felt,
but for race, colour, status,
such cruelty,
the boundaries of
our hearts couldn’t
contain the tears,
they flowed freely
through our eyes,
not to lubricate them
but a sign of our pain,
down our cheeks,
into our mouths,
tasting the salt,
as we kiss passionately
for the last time.
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Wow
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Oh, I feel the pain of this last kiss for so may reasons.
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it happens everyday in different forms all over the world.
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Unfortunate……but so many love stories end on that note
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Yes,all because of the weaknesses of humans.
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True that
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The last kiss…You’ve described the pain pretty well.
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thanks.love is sweet but can become painful too when factors around the bliss become turbulent.
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That is so true…You are very poetic.
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Amazingly expressed. Keep Glittering, love TGA by Misha
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Thanks a lot.
I appreciate.
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:_( If only acceptance was offered! It’s so utterly wrong when society comes between lovers.
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