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His hands they were a paint brush My body was a blank canvas Each time he touched me he painted a story I fell in love will all the words he never said, that were splashed in colour along my skin J. Saunders

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Muse

When I write, my mind takes a moment. I exhale in the moment of silence. I need this moment several times a day. Writing about you has become exhausting. The thought of you is constant. It’s pathetic. I know better. I think about you more and then all l the ways I crave you. It’s …

SELFISH

I was going to call you selfish for only loving parts of me until I realized I too am selfish, for wanting more than what was offered J. Saunders

Black Dress Code

I didn't mean to try you on and keep you forever Most times little black dresses are hard to replace You fit so perfect I forgot to keep you in the back of the cloest with all the ones before you Love Notes, J. Saunders

Y O U

The same way I cannot have you My heart cannot stop loving you Once you take something away you only want it more but I have wanted you this way since the first night I met you This urge flowing within my body This sense of need and desperation Impulsive and reckless You’re my kryptonite …

One Road

I learned that love will not always be a two-way street and I hope you learn to embrace that but never waste it J. Saunders, Second Chances

Demons

Sometimes the demons win by default I understand The same way I look in the mirror and I’m unable to recognize the woman that I see but still I tell her, don’t you dare give up. You want to sulk about it then sulk and when you’re done, you get the hell up and you …

Challenges

I often find that people who are unable to talk about themselves, may not reflect enough. Some say, I can talk about myself too easily, but after publishing a book with over 400 pages of different situations and events I've felt or been through, suppose it takes the edge off. Truthfully, even after 400 pages …

Untitled

I’ve had trouble in the love department since us, since them The ones who thought they liked or said, they loved me never stayed – they didn’t last I pushed them over the corners of my walls because I had never healed and I’m short fussed It’s been a vicious circle within myself I realize …

Sleepless

It’s not always about who you want but who want’s you too Who stays awake at night wondering if they’re on your mind losing sleep like they’re Second Chances, page 168 J. Saunders   Order your copy of Second Chances: Here @ Book Shop