The end of them.

They leaned in, eyes closed, his soft lips pressed to hers. “We can’t do this.” She can feel his breath as his bottom lip catches her top lip. “We can’t.” He feels the warmth of her hand tracing his jaw line. They were breaking the laws but they were doing it together. Their hands intertwined, holding each other for the last time, knowing this will be the end. The end of Time? No. The end of the rhyme? No.

The end of them…

Ooooooooo I know that this is rough for both of us but sometimes love gets the best of us. You’re like a brother to me, but with those lips touch mine.

You can’t deny the spark was right but the spark could light fire in the night. That fights our right to see our sides.

We can’t be much different that kiss throughout the night brought us both light. But hiding all our rights. Their hands intertwined, holding each other for the last time, knowing this will be the end. The end of Time? No. The end of the rhyme? No.

The end of them…