It was a love.

It was a love built on the foundation of flaws. A love built on selfishness, self indulgence  and pure pleasure. It had occurred to her that perhaps that is why it was so passionate, insuperable, impulsive, irrational, and most of all...tragic.  

What was it about their love? If one can call it love, that was so difficult to understand? It was the fact that he had went living for life, while she was living for love. 

Written: Nov 2015

Have not I the right to keep my own secret?

My body is a prison door and my heart acts like bars

What can I do, my secret love, but implode of a million stars. 

Your eyes I have yet 

to long gone forget, 

haunt me though the night with much despair. 

What can I do, my secret love, but give in to your care. 

My lips dare speak the truth forbidden heard, 

the truth I can't bare sound

What can I do, my secret love, for you are not around.

My blush red cheeks, flush to crimson 

My skin aches for more,

What can I do, my secret love, but be your scarlet whore.

Your gleaming eyes beat down on my guilt, again our bodies meet.

What can I do, my secret love, but give in with defeat.

in that blissful night of love,

you've gently bed me as your wife.

What can I do, my secret love, but let you live your life. 

You've left me far and forever,with a lust for just us two

I would sell my soul, my secret love, if it meant to die by you.