Black & White 

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

2 Souls that Never Touch…

2 souls.jpg

The most fragile part of our body is what we cannot see but we can feel. Our soul lost in the tangles of love where the urge to devour their love is moons away. Where their scent lingers but cannot feel. When their skin exposed willing to touch but you cannot feel. Souls lost in two worlds that stand clear in front of you, but your will is lost in a forbidden dance of what is real and what your mind desires.-bbw

The World Outside My Body.

white and beauty.jpg

 

She gave up on the world, refused to become a part of what it was creating. She followed her dreams, she conquered her mind and gave herself a pair of new eyes and followed her soul. She tossed everything that money had given her and bared herself a new face as she walked on broken paths and fallen leaves as she hung her heart on the highest tree for the sun to soak where no one could reach and break it as much as the world did on its own.

Wind

The wind was shy and cold,

a bitterness in its touch,

it swiped away emotions

as endless as the night,

it swayed through our bodies

lost in the midst of our love,

it found us beyond repair

a story of two souls lost in the air,

it tried to bridge us,

connect as one,

but the hollow of the night swallowed us whole.-BBW

%d bloggers like this: