Forbidden

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I craved a love so deep

I got it... literally 



Rivers of affection flowed

It made me so cold

I only wanted a bowl

But my thirst, I could not control



I walked by the riverbank 

To draw my peace

I heard a voice sing my name

My hallucinations tried to play a game



I have heard about mermaids

My grandmother said they are evil

But this was the purest being ever

Her eyes filled with innocent desire





She sang again, softer and sweeter

To ignore the voice would be bitter 

She left, and I dived into the river 

Hoping not to shiver 



I swam several feet deep

For this goddess, I must keep

Joined by love

Forbidden by nature



To drown or to float?

I choose to drown

She is the cold water to my thirsty soul 



I craved a love so deep

I got it... literally





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Inspired and edited by Oluwadamilare Sanusi



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