10:47
You are the ocean and I am merely a shell caught back in rolling tides of your embrace when I am simply trying to reach the shore.
11:31
I take one look at you and I know my heart is ******* because although I fell in love with someone new, I must admit my heart still belongs to you.
11:43
You are a one-way ticket to a land of burning coals and golden clouds.
11:47
I suppose you can never raelly let go of that captivation of a first love.
12:07
Soft lips moving from cheek to neck
Curious hands grazing chilled skin
Bodies pressed from hip to chest
Don't relent this gentle sin
12:13
To write requires emotion. There is no thought or meticulous process of finding the appropriate words. When the time is right, the verses should just spill out and only then will your heart be relieved.
12:59
I try to write so I dip the pen in ink and place it on coffee-stained paper and allow my hand to move but the problem is there are lots of words forming behind my eyes but I cannot seem to place them together so I end up shaping scribbles staring at a blank wall but how long until I realize I am trying to write in clotted blood.
13:20
I can't say what I am. I don't know how I feel.
I don't know what I'm doing, but at least I'm ******* living.
13:42
She was  a dangerous girl with short skirts and ripped stockings. She wore a black choker and held her chin high as she walked alongside a busy street. Her eyes were like silver bullets, always focused and alert, as i targeing her prey. She was the kind of girl who would cause car crashes on a highway. She was the kind og girl who would break your heart.

You know that I love you. You know that I adore that longing look in your eyes every single time you look at me. You know I adore your romanticism. You know that every time you touch me, it soothes me. That every time you hold me in your gentle arms, I am at comfort. I am at peace. I am at home.
     But.
     My past has a way of gnawing at me.
     Because every time he looks at me, my heart starts skipping. Every time he touches me, a mere second's worth of flesh, I am shot with electricty. And although he is not empathetic or even all that romantic, you've always known I've been an addict for adrenaline. You've always known I crave the danger. You know I'm in love with the rush.
     So forgive me Darling, if I stray away from home.

Of course I love you darling
but every time I see his face all the memories come back like a golden wave and I am caught in reminiscence and a nostalgia for a boy I used to love and I choke on the truth that *I still do.

A magician's most prized possession is captivation of the eyes.
A lover's most prized possession is captivation of the heart.
A devil's most prized possession is captivation of the soul.