Silently she comes,
In the depth of the night,
Devouring your soul,
Taking your sight,
Leaving you breathless,
******* you in,
Her body all woman,
An angel of sin,
She'll never love you,
She'll never stay,
She eat's soul's all night,
And sleeps through the day,
All raven haired,
Tempestous eye's,
Bright blood red lips,
The devil in disguise,
You'll never keep her,
Or make her your wife,
So just enjoy this,
The time of your life!!!!!!!!

A man loves a woman,
A woman loves a man.
From two opposite ends of the universe,
No mortal could ever understand.

The man, handsome and charming.
The woman, sweet and fair.
A pair of wings fixed on her back,
A set of horns under his hair.

Could an Angel, love a Devil?
What a silly thing to believe.
Yet, true love knows no boundaries,
It can overcome what eyes perceive.

For they are human, not deities,
Two souls looking for their mate.
If light can exist with darkness,
The wings and horns will dissipate.

She cries out at night hoping for
someone to tell her it's ok.
She doesn't love him, not like she thought she would. She believed she could make herself love again.
Wrong.
She has a broken soul held together by scars.
Numb.
Longing to feel again.

It's not love
I'm trapped
How did I get here?
I saw you as an escape.  
Now I just want to escape.
The lies I tell myself daily.
It'll all be OK.  
I just want to run away.

He could tell something was different
Every time he looked at her
She was always changing
First her hair, color, cut, style
Fingernail polish
Then it was the look in her eyes
A faded, jaded comparison to the lighted jewel that use to shine
Voice inflections, tastes
He could tell she was moving on
How did he broach the subject?
Who could he confide in that would care
She stopped sleeping
Her once, monthly girl night turned into twice
Then every other night she needed their "support"
Walk in closet became a hallow mausoleum
Still smelled like his favorite perfume
Strange calls coming in past midnight
"Just my mom." she would say
Leaving their bedroom whispering softly into the phone
He could tell things would never be the same

Intuition -

not a thought,
but a feeling.
It's the wild woman inside of me,
that keeps me strong despite
the storm.

It's a strange and sometimes subtle
truth.

It's louder
than ever before.