Shooting Stars

Out of all the shooting stars, I’d wish for you.

I was like the wind but you were the Goddamn hurricane.

You blew away a dull and weary world with just your smile and the way you looked will always be within my heart because I know deep down that when fate was teasing coincidence, coincidence whispered pleading to fate that we were meant to be.

I still sometimes wonder if I come across your mind.

What it was that made the universe smile when it saw us.

What it meant to coincidentally meet.

I’d say that you were born of the stars and that your soul was made of stardust and your eyes were as bright as moon beams.

You make the world seem livable and savory.

And if shooting stars were meant to fall crashing down I would still keep believing I was yours.

And all along it was you.

‘Cause I’m Kissing You

I like the way you smile,

But I like the way your lips taste on mine or the way you caress my tongue with yours.

And if I had my way,

I would be kissing only you most of all.

The King of Intimidation

Run naked with the devils.

Make love to them in the wilderness.

Kill your darlings dear or be killed yourself.

Choose your own path;

The path of least resistance.

Let love in.

Let life in.

Be yourself.

Love the demons inside you. 

Love your darkness.

Take control of the past and realize rebirth.

Be reborn in God’s eyes and defy him.

Let the devil in you take over.

Let them win.

Release your inner self.

Praise others.

When you tell the truth let them call you a liar.

Leave your fears as an enigmatic lover who is passionate about being a wholesome whore.

Let your innermost secrets become a lie.

Breathe with my breath the breath of life

Go and see with your new eyes.

My dear do you fuck the devil by praising your Gods?

In Love

I had been looking for someone who looked at me with eyes that twinkled magically like stardust.

With colors that made up lightning streaks in the air.

Colors that didn’t even exist.

I was in love with the thought of you and I thought that I could feel you as I saw you for almost everyday of my life.

These precious moments were few. I loved you and told you how I knew you were the one. You smiled at me.

What I thought was love had rippled through the air. Infatuation cleansed this broken heart. Love finally won for us.

In love? Well we were both.

His Everything

She was his sun and his moon.

Though they were miles apart they dreamt of each other many times under the midnight skies.

Their magic was made up of stardust and the thought that stars could fall into sync out of collision and turn into shooting stars.

She was the universe and he was the earth.

She wanted him to read her the language of the stars.

But you could already tell that she was his everything.

Magic Stardust

I was a young girl who didn’t know love, and you were the type of boy who loved poetry.

I was a young girl who fell in love with the idea that I could break any heart and you were the type of boy who could have anyone with that baby face.

I was the young girl who fell in love with you at the cusp of adulthood and you were the boy who loved music and asked me to marry you.

I have waited for these butterfly wings to fly and your kisses tasted like lollipops and strawberry jam.

and we’ve been made of magic stardust all along.