Life is a series of links between fantastic moments & unforgettable memories:
The moment a stranger pays you kindness
or the feel of a unknown first kiss, with the passion of faded possibility.

Drenched feelings, what's right and what do I feel,
playing around with a new expression; An expression of self degradation:
The lovely bruises that litter my skin shouldn't bring me such wonder.
But I remain here,  
pleading with my heart to stay the bittersweet skips,
as I wait for you to pull me closer, but it never seems to listen:  
Dark prince,
you play with a damaged mind,
one riddled with everyone's problems, and suppresses all her own.
In a game unknown to all but the puppeteers;
Dark Prince,
with a whole new world of ideas, your intoxicating passion rattles me deeper then I dare mention.  
But still;
I beg my heart to stay it's hand as life moves on and
Dark prince,
with words like nurturing bee stings and lips of pure statin drowned in honey,
you are a comforting reminder of a new door opening.
Dark Prince,
pull me closer and hold me tighter,
is it too much to ask for you to protect me from the onslaught of all to clear nightmares.
For minds and hearts such as mine, aren't unfamiliar with the cruel hand, and hollow kisses from a lovers lips with the taste of an old romance,
the tales of woe never interested me anyway.
Dark Prince,
Words are my knives, the only way I can voice what's really inside. The final defense of a forgot but painful war. Take this proclamation with the gentlest of kisses.
For my Dear Dark Prince, we are only at the beginning.