My favourite

Sunshine, been keeping me up for days.
There is no night time, it's only a passing phase.
And I feel pretty, pretty enough for you.
I felt so ugly before; I didn't know what to do.

Elliott.

Shine on me baby, 'cos it's raining in my heart.

 Xo

The Diamond As Big As The Ritz.

"Under the stars," she repeated. "I never noticed the stars before. I always thought of them as great big diamonds that belonged to someone. Now they frighten me. They make me feel that it was all a dream, all my youth."

"It was a dream," said John quietly. "Everybody's youth is a dream, a form of chemical madness."

"How pleasant then to be insane!"

"So I'm told," said John gloomily. "I don't know any longer. At any rate, let us love for a while, for a year or so, you and me. That's a form of divine drunkenness that we can all try. There are only diamonds in the whole world, diamonds and perhaps the shabby gift of disillusion. Well, I have that last and I will make the usual nothing with it." He shivered. "Turn up your coat collar, little girl, the night's full of chill and you'll get pneumonia. His was a great sin who first invented consiousness. Let us lose it for a few hours."

So wrapping himself in his blanket he fell off to sleep.


by F. Scott Fitzgerald.

I feel so lucky

Nothing can change this love.

What lies beneath.

"Have you ever felt so completely consumed by a feeling
for someone that you couldn't breathe?
That the time together is so passionate and consuming
that you felt physical pain when they would leave?

I couldn't catch my breath."

You pulled me out

Of the dark,
And now it's light.

"You"

Uninvited, the thought of you stayed too late in my head.
so I went to bed, dreaming you hard, hard, woke with your name,
like tears, soft, salt, on my lips, the sound of its bright syllables
like a charm, like a spell.

Falling in love
is glamorous hell: the crouched, parched heart
like a tiger, ready to kill; a flame’s fierce licks under the skin.
into my life, larger than life, you strolled in.

I hid in my ordinary days, in the long grass of routine,
in my camouflage rooms. You sprawled in my gaze,
staring back from anyone’s face, from the shape of a cloud,
from the pining, earth-struck moon which gapes at me

as I open the bedroom door. The curtains stir. There you are
on the bed, like gift, like a touchable dream. 

by Carol Ann Duffy.