Black & White 

A rapture of memories, broken sins, your violent tongue coursing in my skin, a beautiful nightmare of loving and hating you. -BBW

Seconds to Love…

When seconds turn into minutes

thats how fast life is moving without you. 

I promised myself to never feel fear with you,

I learned to move with life without love. 

I huddled my heart between the sheets of lust

A foreign place to call love was when I stopped attaching emotions to 

feelings when a body touched mine.

I learned to move past the guilt, I learned to touch without connecting, a perfect haramony.

A foreign word love will become, a guilt pleasure of numbing your heart…-BBW

 

 

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