I couldn’t stop staring.
Her gravity pull for me was overbearing.
Looking at her made my eyes go blind,
all I could focus on was the entrance to her beautiful mind.
I know I had to bring her back with me that evening.
Not to sleep with her and leave while she’s dreaming.
I wanted to take her home and discover her story.
Let her scars tell me of all her guts and glory.

The next chapter of her life with me will be mandatory.

Intense are the lovers who don’t speak the same language as me.
The ones who taught me its all in the eyes where passion flees.
Wondering nomads,
connected by soul’s craving to be free.
Communication created with the touching of lips.
She said everything I needed to know through her hips,
as I read her body like Braille with my fingertips.
Everyone understands the language of the tongue.
It’s the only way our hearts have a chance for its song to be sung.

It was the way she gave me that look in her eyes
Politely, yet demanding, that I kiss between her thighs.
Who was I to deny a ladies request?
Next thing I know, my tongue is writing our sins on her chest.
She undressed me slowly with her teeth
I could feel her demons hiding away in her smile beneath.

My favorite kind of ecstasy was locked away in her kiss,
she’s the only drug who let me taste true bliss.

She was a bird locked in a cage, so she never knew how to fly.
The only sound she ever made, was a soft cry.
No wonder why she felt like she never belong,
she was such a beautiful bird, but without a song.

We were both selfishly beautiful in our own way.
Wanting to steal the heavens no matter who we betray.

The nights we would meet always went down in vain.

Some evenings she would paint the skies with her decorated lies
but I would strike with lightning and drown it out in rain.

Then other times, when she’s closing the curtains to people’s days
by letting the colors of her eyes vibrantly display

I will come kiss her in the sky
and we become the gods that paint the atmosphere alive.

The most beautiful are the broken humans,
because we learned how to bloom when our lives were completely in ruins.
We still became stars when the sun burned out and every demon in our head filled us with doubt.
Instead of praying, hoping someday the pain would go away,
we created a light and never gave up the fight.
This one is for people who went to sleep contemplating if they want to see tomorrow.
We are the most beautiful because we learned to blossom in the
eternal darkness called sorrow.

I will gladly take you as my lawfully wedded wife.
To have and to hold, while I slowly destroy your life.
From this day forward, when you're feeling at your worst, I will lie to make it seem better
I promise I will be the one to sign your resignation from the world letter.
This sickness inside my soul will continue to deteriorate your health.
The days I bring you to your knees is how I'll count my wealth.

Till death do us apart,
I swear to poison your heart.