“Her blue eyes sparkle a little less than before. Adult life done right.”

Double up, baby. Your lips are the song and the dance floor is our bed.

Travel through the stars with me in my nostalgic dream of summer nights, white wine, and sleeping under nature’s canopy.

She’s a child of war. Stronger than a bomb with a lioness’s roar.

Mirrors are used in magic to distort what we see. They are the love child of illusion, lies, tragedy.

She loathes her body but covers it in sequins. Attempts at self-love.

An old song; a whiff of perfume; nostalgia let’s me time travel back to you.

Like a wild cat in the Serengeti, I land on my feet and transcend reality.

The photo of me they choose to print when I die -Thoughts at 4 a.m

Kiss my wine-drenched mouth and drown in drunk temptations offered by the night.

The body is but a vessel to carry the soul. A container ship to protect it as it passes through this world.

Bake at any time. Lick the chocolate from the bowl. Lessons from my Nan.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

My mind is loud but endless evanescent thoughts stay trapped in silence.

Pink dress, chestnut curls. A picture of innocence before life stole her.

If your thighs touch, don’t be scared. They are just kissing; it’s a love affair.

A star that shines the brightest is the one that had to explode the hardest. My love, you are a supernova.

I have worn lies like a poem in disguise I have fallen stars embedded in my eyes, a hope that you upon wish when you look into those them but instead they die the burden when you deny. -Betrayal.

When the relationship you’re in becomes unhealthy for you, don’t look the other way. Always accept the truth in your eyes, even when it’s not in your favor.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

A girl with stars in her eyes and dreams in her heart.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

Forgiveness does not relieve someone of responsibility for what they have done. Forgiveness does not erase accountability. It is not about turning a blind eye or even turning the other cheek.

His skin sparkles like beach sand his eyes dancing endlessly with the sun for when his light embraced my darkness, I then understood why people prefer summer over winter.

I was lost in those sunsets in your eyes and when I was finally found, I was sunshine myself. -The person you made me.