Music notes on a sheet
White and black piano keys
The greatest story I have ever read
A beautiful poem that's still unsaid
We conceive these ideas of brilliance and glory
We weave inspiration when we tell a story
Because beauty is everywhere, even in the air we breathe
It is that which liberates and sets us free

The existence of love was never a belief to me, sitting on the shelf right next to God and happy endings
collecting dust and fragments of all the times I thought, "I don't want love to be real, but I think I love you a lot."
Imagining what it really means to be held and to be blanketed with a warmth that is warm inside and out, without being harvested in a ***** cold, dying out like bare trees in the December seasons, that shudder and shake the chips in their shoulders until the sleet can fall off.
It's like walking until you reach a point in the road where you don't know where you are, where you're headed, why.
And it doesn't matter in the slightest.
There is nothing left to say than I love you, and that I don't believe in ghosts.
But you haunt me even when my eyes are closed and my ribs are moving in slow motion.
I wish I could kiss you even in my after life, and if heaven exists, I'm going to look God in the eye and ask him why he didn't give you to me sooner.
And then I'm going to tell him that all I've ever wanted was you.
No golden thrones. No pearly gates. No velvet beds.
Just satin skin wrapped over the bones I hold so dearly, as close to my heart as I possibly can.
I don't believe in love.
I only believe in you.

Pouring rain and thunder clouds
Roiling over and shooting lightning
Racing hearts as chaos pounds
Your feel and touch intoxicating
Crackling power and moving lips
Pressing hard and we're pulling closer
Yearning bodies and sliding hips
High off you I'm an overdoser
Electric eyes and wicked grin
You know I can't resist this sin
Our burning skin and heated blood
Power and passion come in floods
Set me to Fire upon your gaze
Live in paradise for all my days
Breathe me to Life with your lips
Heart dancing and doing flips
Turn me to Infinite with your love
To be eternal with worlds above
So kiss me hard while it pouring rains
Just how I like to be
Electric euphoria in my veins
Baby,
Ignite Me

You call that poetry?
Writing words down on paper that rhyme but don't make sense
You call that clarity?
Expressing thoughts with a voice so frustrated and tense
You call that love?
Conditional to a point where you lose free expression
You call that art?
Colours and feelings that have faded with the absence of passion
You call that humanity?
Where conformity is the needle and we shoot it up
Is it called insanity?
Where fear of failure is the bottle and we pour the cup
Is it called suicide?
Where we climb and climb so high only to jump from that height
Or maybe it's called Life
Because we draw closer, let go, and take a chance at flight

You stood tall and proud
Your voice clear and loud
Withstood the hands of time
With all your winds of Rhyme
And with your winding streets
At which no ends meet
I'm lost in your memory
Found in your discovery
City that's bona fide
Beautiful Alicante
With soaring towers made of glass
Protect the city from those who trespass
But wards were broken
The Unspeakable was spoken
Demons ran rampant through the streets
While fear like rain fell in sheets
After a thousand years
You finally shed your tears
And though you lie crumbled and defeated on the hill
You remain, the Shadowhunter's home still
And I still see your towers that burn
Violet clouds that roil and churn
Fragile, and guards no longer from those who trespass
You remain, my broken
City of glass