“Love is my religion and let it use me to be the light on the darkest of nights.”

Her touch is tender but her fierce heart is untamed. She doesn’t know how to love gently. She will drown you with her unyielding passion.

If the scars on my heart were visible to the naked eye, maybe you’d think twice about inflicting more.

Our love is poetry oozing from our hearts spilling onto bedsheets and tearing us apart. Our love was always meant to be a journey through the cosmos for eternity.

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.

Moon and stars are what my dark sky has felt but with the story love of his existence.

She can relate to darkness it absorbs everything.

The darkness in her heart, is tearing her apart.

Insomnia. Restless soul. Long dark nights. Haunted heavy heart feels. Foggy.

Darkness is beautiful, once you learn to play with the shadow.

I found my words when I left you. Maybe the dark was worth the light.

The sun doesn’t abandon the moon to darkness.

If you yourself shine, what is darkness to you?