Not once but the number of stars on their shoulder
I wish miracles existed 'cause he'll never survive
Is this what is meant by laws being bolder?
Taking the life of a youngster holding just a knife?
Live ammunition shot by fatuous brains
Bury our bodies but our soul remains

I just wanted to say
that I'll always
love you infinitely more
than you could ever hate yourself.
So if you ever need a reminder
of all the reasons you could be loved,
come into my arms and
let my hands dance down your back,
I'll tell you different ways I love you
with every vertebra I touch

while hugging, our bodies release oxytocin hormones into our system

eating chocolate gives off the same hormones
as being with your loved one

...guess that's why I'm rocking back & forth
on grandma's squeaky chair
with all chocolate money could buy
a precaution for the lonely hours of 2am
when the chocolate is well out
& still...quivering & craving
your feminine touch
your sweet lullaby voice
& your ability to numb my heart from the pain
right after you abuse it with love

chocolate makes my heart weep,
But Baby,
You make it roar
louder than a lion that just won war

a blink without your love quivers my soul
Don't you see, you're the drug
that makes me whole
you make ****** seem like ordinary water when compared to you

my druggie,

-Your ******

There was this one time

you came to my house,

and I accidentally fell asleep,

and I remember you

putting a blanket on top of me

and kissing my forehead

and I remember

in that one moment,

I knew.

You are my forever,

and I mean that in the way

that not only are you my sunshine,

but also the warm feeling in my heart.

You are every kiss that's been

on my unworthy lips,

you are the subject of

every pang of longing

that I have ever felt.

You are my nicotine, my line,

my whiskey, my fix.

You are every moan at 2am,

all of my fantasies and none of my nightmares.

You wrap bandages

Around my broken bones

and my shattered soul.

You are my ever-lasting muse,

you are my one and only.

You are my favorite and my everything,

But "forever" doesn't seem to be enough.

Yes, actions speak louder than words...but some lies shout.

some souls
are made
from pitch black coals
turning everything they touch dull & old

But

Every fierce, eternal fire of hope demands the same load
of dark unattractive coals

that nobody wants to touch.