Tainted

It was during the monsoons
Those nights they spent talking
Like the world had just two people
Two pieces that fit too well
That shared stories, secrets, songs and sorrows
That fell in love when they shouldn't have

It was all real, all true
And it was all unacceptable
Too young and too old to be together
They were pieces born years apart
Two pieces that should not fit
Lovers that should not be

And so they walked two different paths
But they kept those promises
Together, to grow apart
Forbidden as their love was
There was little else to lose
Much to remember, during monsoons.