Forbidden

{Written by my cousin, Kris}

It's funny how the world is cold.
It's ironic to find that my deepest wish is forbidden to me.
The prize my heart aches for is for you.
Yes, I am in love with you.
But only through darkness will my love be placated.
It's ironic to find that it is our conversations that hold me from the noose,
And yet are torture to my soul.
For your words give a taste of your sweet love...
Love that I shall never have.
I deam that I would be the one to hold you,
To kiss your tender lips,
To be the one to make every moment bliss.
But dreams lay out of grasp and forbidden to come to pass.