The Temptation of a Chocolate

You are the morning sun and I’m the afternoon my love, and the twix between burns our saddle. When the clock strikes twelve, we meet my love. Your eyes and mine shall meet within that same hour. Aren’t we a twisted mix? A look of fear as this love twists us tighter, a thousand cuts we bare tortured by the girl in the golden cover. The edges of this world rolls right off our lips, begging us to jump off from higher cliffs. The chaos in my head is never calm enough and my demons whisper: “Now! Ready, set, jump…”


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