we kiss so hard our teeth collide,
making blood fall from our lips.
my fingers grip onto your shirt, 
and by mistake, the fabric rips

sheets are draped upon our bare bones,
and the moonlight sculpts your smile.
I paint the image in my mind,
for I haven't seen it in awhile.  

your handprint warms my heart, 
and my lipstick stains your throat. 
whatever we are, we are better than anything Shakespeare ever wrote. 

-s.d., "Romeo in all the right ways"




And then suddenly, you meet that one person that makes you forget about yesterday, and dream about tomorrow...




Sometimes the person most likely to take a bullet for you is the one holding the gun.




"Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye."

-H. Jackson Brown, Jr.