I want the stranger in my bed
to know the stranger in my head
the stranger in my heart is strange
i'm a stranger to my soul

I write because...
I can bleed onto something pure
with no judgment or shame,
it does not seek to heal my wounds
nor does it yearn to wipe my tears
it accepts my flaws and imperfections
and allows me to paint my sorrows
to say my words
to feel my pain.

At the end, it is changed forever
no longer pure
no longer blank,
it carries the burdens of my world
with no guilt
with no judgment
with no shame.
And so I write...

When happiness fades
faster than a stranger’s smile,
Only love can make your darkness weak
and your burdens light

Give me a thousand kisses
In the midst of the darkest night,
Find the bridge from my heart to yours
Let love be your guiding light

Today is April 2nd
The love is there no more
Truth all that is left,
Was I the fool to love
Or you to believe it,
Was it a moment's bliss
Or an eternity of pain...

It's a feeling
unexplainable
unabated
unapologetic,
To see beauty in its purest form
To be seen in the most natural self,
...to LOVE
...and to be LOVED.