“This heart of mine wears battle scars, only a beast could understand. A hunter must be patient in this war zone of land.”

The agony comes in waves. Pulling me down into its treacherous depths disguised as love. You are inviting and warm, but unpredictable and dangerous.

Hope is a gift I hold in my heart. It spills into words and gets written into art.

I need a wolf, a beast with a ravenous appetite. Devour me like desperate goods. Ravage me my warrior lover, mark your territory. I’m not a typical lover, I’m a woman with a taste for blood.

He is my heaven and my hell. Serving passion and poison with the same spoon, and i am a sucker for a taste.

If a home is where the heart is, I guess my home left with you. Please remember to water the flowers.

Go ahead break my heart. Although I love your darkness, the sun will eventually dry my tears and paint rainbows in my sky. I will transform this pain into poetry and these wings will carry me away.

I hope you rise like the sun, bright and cheerful. Fresh and free from yesterdays storms and ready to shine your light on the world.

You thought you could take advantage of my heart. But I’ve mastered revenge and made it an art.

Storms in his eyes, Fire in his heart, Lust in his touch, Tearing me apart.

Sometimes the angry sky rages before the bellowing tears spill.

I want to be his peace and his raging fire. His muse and every desire.

Have the courage to be afraid, because fear is a sign that you care deeply. If you care deeply enough, you will be brave enough.

Love is magic and magic is everywhere. You just need to open your heart to see it.

On my knees, lips slightly parted thirsty, ready for a strong stiff one. Make it neat I love the burn.

I’m suffocating on empty promises and twisted truths. I’m drowning in a bottomless pool of illusion.

I’m the fire that dances in the rain, I’m the love that lives in my heart. I’m the broken heart that crashes, I’m the phoenix rising from the ashes. I’m healing and scars, I’m the sun and all the stars.

Too many words are lit for a beast of burden.

The beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars.

Men are beasts and even beasts don’t behave as they do.

Fair peace becomes men; ferocious anger belongs to beasts.

God’s and beasts, that is what our world is made of.

If beauty can love the beast, imagine what she can conquer.

I need a wolf, a beast with a ravenous appetite. Devour me like desperate goods. Ravage me my warrior lover, mark your territory. I’m not a typical lover, I’m a woman with a taste for blood.

Will you voyage out, will you venture? Will you plunder all the gold? Will be as wise as you are brave and bold? Only beasts can do it alone, truth be told.