“Spending time under the stars is never a waste of time.”

From the ashes I rise, I am blooming into something radiant.

She has one hell of a dark soul, but damn, it’s so full of light.

I have no room for monsters and cowards claiming to be something they’re not, who lie to get what they want.

If you’re afraid of a little fire. She may not be the one for you.

Old soul, Poet’s heart, Warrior’s mind.

I’m a tangled mess of wild and I don’t want to be unraveled. I like me this way.

He wasn’t like a moth attracted to her flame. He was like a vampire in love with her eternal darkness.

My eyes saw you, but damn, did my soul feel you.

We are all just humans trying to survive in this crazy world, in the spaces between birth and death.

I am inspired by many, but am in competition with only myself.

Sometimes she’s the gentle rain caressing you softly. Sometimes she’s the hurricane loving you madly.

Your darkness is hauntingly beautiful. Mesmerizing.

While you were busy working on your ego, she was busy working on her soul.

Don’t compare her to sunshine and roses when she’s clearly orchids and moonlight.

I have wolf blood and wolf bones. Don’t expect me to graze with sheep.

I do not trust anyone who hides in the light and denies darkness exists.

Every day I searched for the star That never was in the sky Now I see that star is on the earth.

Why else love if not to feel stars exploding in our veins.

The winds that awakened the stars Are blowing through my blood.

You stars that reigned at my nativity, whose influence hath allotted death and hell.

A professor can never better distinguish himself in his work than by encouraging a clever pupil, for the true discovers are among them, as comets amongst the stars.

And a softness came from the starlight and filled me full to the bone.

The stars move still, time runs, the clock will strike

I count the stars from whence we came. I name them all for you; my flame.