not that kind of love story

I imagined we were living a great forbidden love story
Clandestine meetings and stolen stares

Shared beds and secret touches
Our eyes would meet in the darkness of the bar
Only to light the way for our love

I should have known that if you loved me like a ghost
it would only leave us haunted

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I’m Kim, the writer behind the curtain so to speak. I read and review books, write poetry, and sometimes write blogs about my life.