there are some kisses that I could have sworn
it would never end.
there are some hugs that I wish could stop time
if only I just squeeze the person tight enough.
there are some goodbyes I hope I'll never have to say,
there are eulogies that I don't want to hear
and there are songs that I don't ever want to end.

I'm agnostic but sometimes I pray
for the moon not to go down when I'm with you.
I beg for it to hold on for at least a few more hours
before dawn takes over but it never does.

if there's one thing I've learned it's:
no matter how much you beg, plead or promise
happiness is always fleeting from our fingertips.
happiness is never truly "yours",
it is simply just your turn to smile.

Ted made it rain for Robin,
but here I am trying to stop time for you.

ARIES: please remember that you are not a graveyard for all those dead butterflies you once had

TAURUS: tell us how long have you been waiting for someone to say the words "the feeling is mutual"?

GEMINI: you've sunk so low. the only difference between you and the Titanic is that someone had the decency to shout "brace for impact!"

CANCER: your life is a continual series of "i should have kept my mouth shut" and "how did i **** that up?"

LEO: remember the night you died via that lump on your throat? how the taste of guilt buried itself under your tongue

VIRGO: you can't fix people who don't want to be fixed. and most importantly, you can't love someone who doesn't want to be loved

LIBRA: it's not self-harm anymore if you let someone else see the scars

SCORPIO: they told you to stay away from trouble but honestly, i think trouble should stay away from you

SAGITTARIUS: tell us how falling in love with her felt like lighting a cigarette & then seeing a sign that says "no smoking"

CAPRICORN: tell a starving kid on the street that god loves him. that the suffering he feels rn will come to pass. i dare you to lie

AQUARIUS: god cringes on memories of you praying. especially the ones that just beg for the ones you love to love you back

PISCES: tell us about that night you talked to god, how he said "i got tired of answering prayers because all i ever used to say was sorry."

oh god knows how irrevocably in love i am with you. he knows about my carnal desires and those ungodly dreams i have of you that keep me twisting and turning in bed at night. he can hear each and every silent prayer that i have for you to be sitting on my face right now. my lust for you to be my queen, and for my face to be your throne. he knows bout those mouth-watering wishes that i could taste you on the tip of my tongue right now. he knows about the thirst i have that only your open legs can quench. god bless my insatiable libido when it comes to you.

i have poetry that doesn't deserve to be written on paper, metaphors that are so strong that my pen quivers when i try to write them down. they only deserve to be written between your legs with the tip of my clever tongue as the pen. it is the type of poetry that can only be recited with your moans in the background, and with your nails digging wounds into my back. i want to watch your reaction as you die a million ecstatic deaths while i write each and every word of my ****** poetry at the back of your ears, on your neck, on your collarbone that shyly peeks through your shirt and the middle of your ******* where it always feels like home. i want to worship constellation of stars on your back with kisses. every kiss serves as a period, every stroke of my tongue is an exclamation point. i want you to curse my name and pull on my hair as you feel my kisses go, oh so excruciatingly slowly, up your inner thighs. there are not enough metaphors for me to tell you how beautiful you are to me, but here i am still trying to praise you with everything i have.

the inches you are away from me
can be measured by miles
there is not enough liquid confidence
in any alcohol that can persuade me to kiss your smiles

your eyes are a promise of heaven
while my hands are proof that hell exists
but in exchange of the taste of your lips
it'll be my pleasure to denounce all my beliefs

so while we were out shopping yesterday, i was just accompanying her since she liked the idea of me being the first one to see her on her new clothes, she asked of what was my favorite part of her body was. she stood there in front of me flexing her long legs teasing me, and oh yes of course i was aroused but that wasn't why i fell in love with you. i pulled her close pushed her hair behind her ears, just because she loves it, and said "it's your eyes." and of course she burst out laughing because i was saying way too cheesy stuff for her again. little did she know that i was telling her the truth. ******* sag, teeth fall off, hair turns white and even angelina jolie's lips crack under the spotlight of the cameras. but the eyes, they don't grow old. they don't waver, they don't fade, they don't sag and they never change. my mother told me that the eyes are windows to the soul and i agree with her. modern technology nowadays can alter your non-existent ***, your sagging *****, the freckles on your nose, even that cute mole near your lower lip but they can never truly alter your eyes. the eyes never lie and that is why they're my favorite part of you. i am irrevocably in love with the way you see me through them.