“Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.”

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.

It will never be like the way it always was.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.

I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.

I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.

It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.

You are the color amidst the grey.

Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.

The devil on my shoulder has a lot to say about you.

The monsters are no longer under our beds.

All I have ever wanted is to rid my mind of the demons that still trespass, despite all attempts to guard the walls.

Men are the devils of the earth, and the animals are the tormented souls.

Fear not the devil’s darkness which you thought of as moonlight, Fear not, the waves knotted within your heart, which crashes onto your eyes waterline, there? Yes there! In that illusion exists you.

Angels exist because devils do.

One of the greatest mistakes was believing that I could love the devil out of you.

When the devil is called god of this world, it is not because he made it, but because we serve him with our worldiness.