Black Love

This black love aint a movie type of love, there's no fairytale conclusion only unspoken illusion's, it gets much more confusing day after day, sometimes it's heaven sent then we right back in hell again, I love you then I hate you to where I can't even be ur friend, we rise together but fall on different levels,I just wanna see us as one but like a snake with me you hiss and you slither then like a rose I dry up and wither, we talk it out I hang up you call again we ready to kiss and make up, but at the end of all those days deep down inside we both know we wanna stay.

_Amber'Nicole

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