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


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