Let me trade in my smile for fangs
And my feminine fingers for paws.

Let me trade in my manicured nails for claws
And my curly locks for silver fur.

Let me trade my heart shaped mouth for a long snout
And the freckles on my nose for whiskers.

Let me trade my curves for a round, bushy tail
And my clumsiness for strength and agility.

Let me trade my tears for whimpers and barks
And my voice for howls in the night.

Let me trade my dinner reservations for hunting down a moose
And my poor senses for keen ears and a nose.

Let me trade my soul for a different one
And become a friend to the moon.

Let me live my life as a wolf
And all that it encompasses.

Let me symbolize the dawn and the dusk
And let me symbolize the converging of light and darkness.

Because that is wolf,
And that is what I see, when I look in the mirror.

roses are red vilolets are blue
get near my boyfriend
and ill **** you _-

Dear Love,
Somehow I'm still addicted to you.
Even after,
all the mind games, the heartbreaks, the pain.
I don't know what it is about you,
but the good always seems to outweigh the bad--
no matter how much bad there is.

It's those rare moments,
moments of love,
that we all strive for.
Hoping to catch the slightest glimpse of it,
just to make our day, our week, our year.
We try so hard to grab onto that feeling,
that sometimes we don't know what we want more.
True love? Or just the feeling of it without commitment?
That's what makes it so rare, so special, so hard
to distinguish from infatuation and lust.
Those things are delicate,
but real love is powerful.

It's what holds through death, sickness, and disaster.
It'll be there under all the fights and words of hate,
and times when you want nothing to do with it.
True love is dangerous,
it has the power to ***** you over, crush you, break you.

The rarest form of love
is the kind that no one understands.
Other people don't have to agree with it,
to know it's real.
The fact that it can be there,
without being broadcasted to the world,
is something only true love evokes.
True love means
only the two crazy people in love, get it.
Because honestly,
It's not for anyone else to understand.

I’m a storyteller at heart

but you made me this way

whispered tales of adventures

told before I drifted away



I remember the feeling

but never the story

why, why can’t I remember



All you’ve left me with is a longing

to connect the dots

so whispered tales I continue to tell

until maybe one day I can get it right



And the words and feelings

can finally be joined as one

and I won’t feel as empty

I see your soul like it's on fire
Flickering like your inner desire.
It's beautiful and gold
Something for me to hold.
It lashes out at my own soul
Igniting my fire from burnt-out coal.
And in the coal lies diamond shards
That I gamble with my cards.
We roll the dice together
But the game goes on forever.
Your soul binding to mine
Our bodies entwined.
The fires roaring inside our being
Keeping us from fleeing.
And on and on we go
On and on, to and fro.
To the end together as one
Dancing since the fire begun.
Finicky flames, but burning bright
You and I, what a sight.
Liquid love, cold steel blue
Combining, becoming what is true.

often, i picture us
holding hands and watching movies
sitting on benches beneath old oak trees
hearing your laugh throughout the day
and catching you smile
when you think i don't see

and all i can do is hope
that when you close your eyes
your mind is filled
with thoughts of me

Born of the same star,
you and I,
cradled in the arms
of a spiral galaxy;
our dreams for  death were

bird, volcano, reef

and we did not go easy—
no soft snap of filament,
or  cosmic campfire left to smolder.

We were spectacular;

but that was a billion years ago.
Now we have no word
for the infinite nostalgia
of those aeons spent sleeping,

no reason we can think of
that every night before we met
felt like a thousand light years, collapsed.

I thought I had finally found you,
But you evade me still.
I want to find you,
Buried in my sheets.
I want to map you,
Discover you.
Lose myself in the endless landscape
Of your body.
I want to explore the secret scenery
of your soul.
Swim in your eyes,
Bask in the warmth of your smile.
I want to become a native of you,
Relish in the language of you
And plant my flag,
In your heart.

But more than all this

I want you to love me.