sinful love
I miss the ways you touched my skin
To everyone else our love was a sin
Their hate hurt you from within
So you broke my heart in the end
You left me with wounds to tend
Was your love even real or for pretend
To everyone else our love was a sin
Their hate hurt you from within
So you broke my heart in the end
You left me with wounds to tend
Was your love even real or for pretend
This Poems Story
depression at its finest
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