Flowers bloomed on my fingertips w… Now, when I look at my hands all… And knowing there’s a chance that… And I don’t know how to tell you… But I’m scared that if you choose…
I am determined to be a woman that wakes up every morning with the fire in her eyes
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
Hey, you wonderful man, look here… Let me see those eyes. You are lovely, nothing less. If you think any different, you ar… Others may fail to see your beauty…
I find it funny that even though I’ve never slept next to you, I still feel the empty spaces where you’re supposed to fit.
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
It’s amazing how empty a hand can feel after holding someone else’s. But after holding your hand,
Being a poet is not simply being g… It is much more than that. Writing poetry is something that y… A poet is something that you are. We see the world not as a bunch of…
Tonight, I feel as if there is an ocean right beneath my skin. Ebbing, flowing,
I have so many scars. So many. Too many to count. And all I can think is, “How can someone love me,
For me, love has always been a heavy, and an urgent thing. It’s always hit me fast and hard,
I am lost and confused I wonder what will become of me I hear laughter I see smiles I want to know how to be happy lik…
I used to think that you could measure a person’s… by how many and how much people loved them. I don’t know when
It’s the night before Christmas E… Tomorrow morning I’ll be surround… and laughter and warmth. But right now, tonight,
We are like stained glass windows; Beaten and broken, in order to be pieced back together,
