In a perfect world. I'd like to think that it was possible.
But, even in the perfect world, it wouldn't be possible.
But here...in this world...it could.
Yes.
I can.
But I can't.

It is a force i cannot describe.
Is it
Love?
Lust?
Anger?
Or hate?

It cannot simply fall into one.
For when the roads meet
I feel every one of those.
But yet, I know, it will never be.

It will never prosper.
Nor flourish,
nor even sprout.
It remains an idea.
An idea that will haunt me,
the rest of my life.
Because i know.
Because it is forbidden.