I came across your letters,
Our love was pure,
Awesome and innocent.
As I sit and reminisce,
The world was our play ground,
All that mattered was us.
Mama said you were not good,
I should have listened,
I was too in love with love.
You were my first,
In your arms
I became a woman,
Your kiss,
Paralyzed me,
Your love,
Controlled me.
Distance tore us apart,
Slowly grew apart,
Got entwined,
In our separate lives.
© thelma migue 2009
I know a lot of pple can relate to this esp me. Good stuff.
ReplyDeleteThank you James.....This is inspired from my past...
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