Moonlit dreams and candle light, stars that speckle the darkened sky. I fail to count the hours, minutes, as time just passes us by.

Your touch that triggers goosebumps, rise upon my skin. Thoughts that flicker through my mind, as our dance of intimacy is about to begin.

Take my breath and breathe it as your own, inhale my infatuation. I close my eyes and let my mind slip, into this wonderful sensation.

Magnetic bonds to tie us, pulling us to touch. I rise and heat just burns through me, attraction consumes so much.

Passion flares red as we collide, entangled in one another. Through heat and sweat, we cant deny, that we fit perfectly into each other.

It builds and takes hold of me, I am left gasping for air. Fireworks light the way. I lay to rest in your arms, where I forever plan to stay.

To see beauty by definition, when you gaze upon your reflection. To uphold an image of society, exhausting is perfection.

Lost in trance by magazines, she's never made the cover. But I guarantee her beauty, is unlike any other.

There's sunshine in her smile, freckles bless her face. She's got a light about her, that consumes this whole space.

She says that she's not beautiful, until someone places value to her worth. But she's to blind to realize, she's art upon our earth.

Blessed in individuality, she holds her head up high. Not knowing that her beauty, radiates outward and inside.

These are all the pieces of me, Take them as you go. Where they fit I never knew, its been so long I just don't know.

Once I was broken badly, but I never could quite find. Were it was along this journey, that I lost my mind.

Just take my shattered essence, that used to be my soul. I tried to paste it back together once, but I could never make it whole.

I watch you walk out the door, if I didn't care I wouldn't cry. Just take these broken pieces please, so you never ask me why.

I adore the way my skin looks with yours.
Milky white against your caramel complexion.
Soft is the touch of love,
Yet heated by passion.
Pink lips part to taste,
Flesh so desirable.
I'd like to press upon you,
Souls intertwined.
Breath and beating hearts become our own music.
Time is still,
Worries lost....
You Are my Only focus.
Gently tracing curves with the lightest of finger tips.
Pushing the hair back from my face, Eyes meet,
A gaze that's held with looking beyond what's visibly seen.
Love lacks the true form of my heart colliding with yours.

Don't let my mother's love choke me to the bone.
Promise me you won't weep on my silver coloured grave stone.
Remember your my king on the throne. Lay me down
on gentle earth. My skin will be weeping with a joy I can't
keep in. Tell me you are mine and I'm yours. I know the love
we share is dark against the moon. Promise me you'll kiss the cracks on my lips while their redder than a shepherds warning. Hold me tight so I don't feel the fright . I'll meet you again in the afterlife I promise I'll still be your wife. We'll find the spot where our hearts were buried and the skies will still look like cotton candy blue. Through grave stone fields and wilted weeds you'll feel me floating by your side watching over you. As I gasp for the last breath ill look at you with a crooked smile saying I told you darling I would die for you ~

They say home is where the heart is
But what if you don't have a heart?
What if you don't have roots or walls or a spine?
What if you have nothing holding you together
And nothing tearing you apart?
What if you're a mere echo of a stray soul stuck in limbo?
A lump of atoms,
A burnt match,
A drifting vagabond,
Naked, lost, and numb in this cosmic paradox
Where satisfaction is but a distant memory

Shame woven into me, to escape the things I've done. In shadow it reminds me, it's a battle that can't be won.

Fingerprints along the walls, that match my very hand. It holds to gently or grips to tight, and lost is the magic sand.

Where were you all that time ago, when I needed strength the most? Now my past self haunts me, like the lingering of a ghost.

Never is there a witch when you need one, to cast a magic spell. Circles drawn and cauldrons bubbled, the day I saved myself from hell.

Kiss me a secret but one that you can keep .
Meet me at the edge of the world where it's
silent . I promise there won't be anything violent
there . Tell me im pretty while you adjust those
dandelions in my hair . Would you kiss my neck
if I told you this is a dare . I'll leave a poem in your
mouth for you to keep until the next day comes and
we'd get to meet as the winds ruffle through your curly
hair . For now I'll leave you with these words of I love
you I love you hanging up in the air ~

There comes a time
When you check your blog more than your messages
Because he hardly ever texts anyway
And everything starts to look like him:
Your purse is unbearably heavy all the time even though you take things out of it everyday
And old shoe boxes show up out of nowhere and you run out of places to put them
And the things in your house keep piling up until everything is covered with something  and that stuff is covered with something
And you can never find anything but it's really too much to handle anyway
So you sit in your room and calculate the hours you've lost looking for things
Because it's 9:30 and you were ready at 6
He promised to text you but he may be lost under something else.

I emptied myself to make room for more beauty
More loveliness and grace
More feminine glow and fragile perfection
And tight skin over protruding bones
But I lost all my kindness
And my compassion
I emptied my sympathy for others
And now I'm full of rosy allure but not much else.