A/N: I was looking though old stuff then I saw a this poem. It was only done to the "untold" part and I felt a huge urge to make something of it. Here's the result!
True Love
hand me a cup of coffee
i need to stay awake
in this moonlight zone
where shadows draws art on the pale
a heap of flesh and bone
many memories to embrace and hold
but these kisses of ours
must forever be
untold
still i feel the need to say
whatever may come
nothing can wash away the truth
she and i forever will be
one
"Are you done soon," she asked from the bed.
Summers were paradise. For any outsider it was just innocent sleepovers. For us it was the chance to be in love without the constant fear of being caught. There weren't many summers left. I decided not to think about it as I walked over to the bed.
"I love you, Pansy," I said to her.
Then we kissed. A kiss filled with sadness, gratitude over being able to be together, desperation… a kiss filled with love.
"I love you, Millicent."
It could be worse. Isn't all true love filled with obstacles?