I want to get drunk
Off the champagne
In your kiss.
I want to get high
Off the sparks
In your smile.
I want to overdose
On the sweetness
Of your love.
I know you're bad
And you're bad for me.
But I want you
Nonetheless.
I want you
Not for your beauty
But for your brains.
For the way you walk
Like raindrops fall
And leave my heart
Beating like a drum
In perfect time with yours.
I want you for me
And for the music
We make when we're together.
I know you're bad for me
But I know you're good for me,
Nonetheless.

And all of a sudden
I realized that
None of this was real.
Not the late nights
Or the long days.
Not even the fights.
And even sadder
Was the moment that
I realized I didn't care.
I loved you too much
To lose you,
And needed you too much
To risk it.
So I'll keep on loving you
Even though it breaks my heart.

A little bit of heaven
And a whole lot of hell
Is sparkling in your eyes.
But I love your horns
More than your halo,
Cause your halo's a disguise.
I love the devil in you
And the way mischief
Makes you shine.
I love the moments
When heaven disappears
And the lust of hell fills your eyes.
I hate the angel in you
And when you're good and pure.
I hate the angel in you
Cause its only a disguise.

Home isn't a place,
Its a feeling.
And I've never felt more at home
Than when I'm laying with you
Smoking a cigarette
With your arms wrapped around me.
Than when your hand
Is intertwined with mine
In your car in the middle of the night.
Than when I'm looking
Peacefully, into your wild eyes.
They say home is where the heart is
And my heart, and my home,
My dear,
Are with you.

Its been 243 hours and 27 minutes since we last talked.
(Not that I'm counting)
Its been 2 weeks since I felt your lips on mine.
(Not that I'm counting)
I haven't slept in over 8 days
(Not that I'm counting)
And my heart has shattered into 286 pieces.
(Not that I'm counting)
I tried counting the times you took my breath away.
(I lost count)
I even tried counting the nights I dreamt of you.
(The number was too high)
I was reduced to counting the times I loved you, and never said it.
*(I'm bad at math anyway)

The purple marks on her white canvas
Are complimented by splashes of red.
A glint of silver shines bright
On her blue finger tips.
Her brown eyes,
Now a milky shade of white,
Are almost as dark
As her heart
That is now **black

And summer comes to me
Even in the winter and the fall.
Summer calls to me
And into the glow of summer, I fall.
He whispers to me
Warming me with his fingertips.
Summer sun comes to me
Especially in the dark.
He confides in me
The secrets of the sun.
Summer comes to me.
And so, even in the winter,
I love summer.
I love him with all my heart
And with all the warmth of the summer sun.