A little bit of heaven
And a whole lot of hell
Is sparkling in your eyes.
But I love your horns
More than your halo,
Cause your halo's a disguise.
I love the devil in you
And the way mischief
Makes you shine.
I love the moments
When heaven disappears
And the lust of hell fills your eyes.
I hate the angel in you
And when you're good and pure.
I hate the angel in you
Cause its only a disguise.

Home isn't a place,
Its a feeling.
And I've never felt more at home
Than when I'm laying with you
Smoking a cigarette
With your arms wrapped around me.
Than when your hand
Is intertwined with mine
In your car in the middle of the night.
Than when I'm looking
Peacefully, into your wild eyes.
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart, and my home,
My dear,
Are with you.

Its been 243 hours and 27 minutes since we last talked.
(Not that I'm counting)
Its been 2 weeks since I felt your lips on mine.
(Not that I'm counting)
I haven't slept in over 8 days
(Not that I'm counting)
And my heart has shattered into 286 pieces.
(Not that I'm counting)
I tried counting the times you took my breath away.
(I lost count)
I even tried counting the nights I dreamt of you.
(The number was too high)
I was reduced to counting the times I loved you, and never said it.
*(I'm bad at math anyway)

And summer comes to me
Even in the winter and the fall.
Summer calls to me
And into the glow of summer, I fall.
He whispers to me
Warming me with his fingertips.
Summer sun comes to me
Especially in the dark.
He confides in me
The secrets of the sun.
Summer comes to me.
And so, even in the winter,
I love summer.
I love him with all my heart
And with all the warmth of the summer sun.

All I really know for sure
Is that my love for you is pure.

Show me your scars
And I will run my fingers over them
To show you I am not afraid.
Show me your bruises,
Black purple and blue,
And I will kiss them til they heal.
Show me your broken heart, my dear,
And I will give you mine
Until yours is mended once more.

I've always wanted to travel the world.
So I will trek,
Across your skin,
Sail through your veins,
And climb over each goosebump.
Your bones will guide me,
So that I don't lose my way.
I'll explore the ridges of your lips,
And swim in the pools
That are your eyes.
I've always wanted to travel the world,
But your heart
Is where I'll make my home.

That man, he's got eyes that shine,
Like the ocean in the morning time.
He comes and goes
Just like the waves,
And as he goes
He calls my name.
That man, He's deeper than the sea
And from the depths he calls to me.
He's got highs and lows
Just like the tide,
Yet through his lows
He won't say goodbye.
That man, he leaves a wake behind,
And like the sea he churns and grinds.
He's both the calm and the storm.
Always changing,
He's cold and warm
But his cold, never estranging.

You've made tulips grow under my bed
And in my head,
Where monsters used to hide.
You made roses grow in my broken heart
And violets in the bags under my eyes.
My tongue is now a bed of roses
Where your tongue longs to lie.
You've made flowers grow,
My dear,
In the darkest parts of my mind.

We've become cliché,
And not just one,
But a multitude.
The forbidden romance.
The older man.
The late night phone calls.
The cigarettes after ***.
The hopeless romantics.
The songs we sing to each other.
The late night drives to nowhere.
The fling that never ends.
We've become cliché.
And I couldn't be happier.

Destruction,
After all,
Is a form of creation.
And you've destroyed me,
My dear,
From the inside out.
You smashed in my brain
With a sledgehammer,
Sawed off
All my nerve endings,
And clipped
My blood vessels.
Then you found something special.
Then you burned my heart,
My dear,
And I crumbled
From the inside out.

A tree,
Flowers,
Some tomatoes,
Your lips on mine.

If every word I wrote to you
Could make you love me more
I'd write you a novel every day.
And then maybe,
By the end of our days,
You'll love me as much as I love you