“Under a nights skyFilled with a hundred billion starsIs it so crazy to believeOur paths were destined to cross?”

“What a cruel irony it is, that we get to choose our thoughts but not our feelings.”

“You are my drug of choiceI know youre no good for meAnd though I swear my lipsWill never touch you againHere we are, here we are.”

“Call me obsessed, color me consumedIve always been the type to noticeThe smell of a rose in bloom,But let me confess, this is newYouve stopped my heart, let it resumeAnd I, to finish, must tell it ...”

“Sometimes it feels like even ifEvery inch of my skin was touching yoursI still wouldnt be close enough to you.”

“Love gives the best of highsBut also the worst of hangovers.”

“I envy people that know love. That have someone who takes them as they are.”

“Souls are flowers, only God has the right to pluck them. But those who commit suicide: their souls are the rotten blossoms of devil's garden.”

“We live in a dark and romantic and quite tragic world.”

“And all we feared inside the night / shows true in morning's biased light.”

“Do you remember the sight we saw, my soul,that soft summer morninground a turning in the path,the disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones,its legs in the air like a woman in needburning i...”

“You do not see the painting in the attic The maggots on skin that tear. The beauty is a trick. Narcissus - promise naught but air...'' ~ Dorian Gray”

“Saturday night is perfect for writers because other people have "plans.”

“Night is certainly more novel and less profane than day.”

“I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”