My wrong love

by KemistryKia   Aug 4, 2007


If she knew
what we secretly do
she would cry
i would die

i never believed in fate
until we met on that date
when we fell upon love
free as white flying doves

i know its not right
not even in the darkest nights
but i can't yield my love
i can't yield my love

my best friend
she wouldn't understand
why her best-friend
is sleeping with her man...

0


Did You Like This Poem?

Latest Comments