“The night is wine and we’re the stars.”

We kiss like fire and wind drifting, into the woods of our unspoken sins.

Tell me I’m your sweet thing so I can simmer in sweet dreams tonight.

I hope you get everything you pray for. I just pray it isn’t me.

I kiss the skies, set the sun in my eyes and swallow up the streams. I swear to god, I only feel alive in my most ludricious dreams.

Words have taken hostage of my tongue. All the things I’m too afraid to say collect like volcanic ash in my lungs. Vulnerabilities bleed on paper but leave my mouth – never.

I write to feel closer to you.

All my friends tell me I need to pull through. But I can’t for I am lost in the sea of you.

I get so lost in your midnight eyes I forget we’re running out of time.

Lost in the space between friend and lover. I am and none of these things.

Your presence is poetic, mysterious and deep. If you don’t mind I’d like to read you; uncover the dirty secrets hidden within your pages and fill that missing space between your sheets.

I long for connection but speak only with your reflection.

I was on fire. You didn’t even hesitate stepping into the flames. After tonight I am certain all the neighbors know your name.

You want to taste my ruby lips but fear they’ll leave a mark. Loving you is trespassing, forbidden access to an insecure heart.

You are the thunderstorm warning and I’m dancing in acid rain.

How can I be soft when tough love is all I ever known?

I’ve got the midnight blues in the middle of the afternoon – the side effects of missing you.

During the night we must wait for the light.

Yesterday ended last night. Every day is a new beginning. Learn the skill of forgetting. And move on.

From heaven even the most miserable life will look like one bad night at an inconvenient hotel.

There’s no way to become great overnight, but in the marathon of success, it takes a lot of intention to see you through each day of the journey.

Mortal through I be, yea ephemeral, if but a moment I gaze up at the night’s starry domain of heaven, Then no longer on earth I stand; I touch the Creator, And my lively spirit drinketh immortality.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

When I get into bed at night, I hope I don’t get into it alone!

Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the dawn,Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in the Beloved!