B City Kiss
Kissing Beirut
this kiss was strange.
it was so pure, full of love, excitment an desire.
it was so hot it ignited a fire within me
it was a short kiss though, a distant one, a disastrous one.
it was so cold it froze my chest.
this kiss was strange.
this kiss was strange.
it made me want to commit, stay forever.
it was so comforting it made me feel safe
it made me want to escape though, to go and never look back.
it was so scary it made me feel endangered.
this kiss was strange.
this kiss was strange.
it gave me butterflies, it gave me freedom.
it was so wild it paralyzed me
it restricted me though, it made me prisoner.
it was so dark it haunted me.
this kiss was strange