It’s the boyfriend
you haven’t kissed yet.
Except you never will
It’s the soul
mate
You met too
late
The forbidden
regret
Hidden
Even to your heart.
It’s the scream,
That runs
through your stomach
And dies in
your throat.
That’s what
it is
une folie que je maitrise.
It’s the
words that burn your chest
But will
never caress your lips.
The silent
words that shine in your eyes
The unsaid
that lies
Between our conversations
It’s the
mind
Trying to
teach the heart its reason
When all
she wants is freedom
That’s what
it is
Our unwritten
story
Belongs to
the memory
Of a secret
dream
Un délicieux crime
Auquel on ne goutera jamais.
It’s the
guilt you shouldn’t feel
Because you
did stay still
As you were
talking some sense to your senses
To keep that
moment forever in suspense
Forever an
action you replay over and again
In the
safest place of your imagination
An inspiration
That should
never dictate your pen
A pleasure
that should feel like pain
Because
It is what
you are not allowed to have.
So cheers
to our choices
To being a
grown up
And to
reality
Cheers to
our dreamed lives
bluntly candid (as always ;) Cheers to reality and maturity!
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