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Yourshadow Nov 2024
To hold your hand, to taste your skin
To love you, they claimed, was my first sin.

For you are my heaven, my breath, my song,
Yet to love you feels both right and wrong.

The weight of faith and fear collide,
In a heart that aches but cannot hide.

But my parents wait where the angels dwell,
And I fear this love will lead to hell.

But if I must lose you to see their face,
Would heaven not feel an empty place?
Yourshadow Nov 2024
Long sighs echo in the stillness of the night,
Your heart's cry unheard, hidden from sight.

Behind closed doors, a space called 'you,'
A hidden cry only I can perceive and view.

Show your tears, the ones you've concealed,
To me, your confidant, your pain revealed.

Open your umbrella, let the tears flow,
For the silent cry, only I shall know.

When strength falters, and you can't hold on,
Lean on me, for you, I'll stand strong.

Together we'll weather the storms, your pain and mine,
For in shared vulnerability, our silent cries entwine.

— The End —