First, it's has been a long while since I wrote any poems. All these will be very spontaneous, like a spur of the moment.
Pieces of you
Pieces of me
Shattered and broken
Forgotten by time
Moving in a world
Where no one give a damn
Yet people judged us
Judging our love
Like it's a sin
A sinful pleasure
But what do they know?
About our pain and suffering
Love is love
So don't you dare tell us that it's a sin