Forbidden Bliss
Those sweet memories which could have been
if not forgot within.
Never asking from the insertion point;
the memory becomes what you remember and not what could have been.
Through time and eternity the memories become a black abyss
scambling to the top like crabs in a bucket forevor lost in what could have been.
A simple encounter could have change our futures,
yet something presists like a wall built to restrict.
Love holds no bounds which seem to be contained
in the memory of a forbidden bliss.
This poem is about:
Our world