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…
All my life, I’ve felt like my hands have been empty and searching.
I wonder what would happen if we just let go. If we let this love
Lately, I’ve started to realize that even my blood runs.
I’ve been putting off writing abou… you for months now. I didn’t want to do it, because I felt that
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…
Your eyes are full of the most beautiful constellations, and I want to memorize every one.
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
I could write a poem about every square inch of your skin. I could write a poem about every breath
While riding in the car and listening to music that didn’t understand me, I noticed that there were no stars, and I don’t know what that means, but I think it means something. We pull...
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…
elegant but chaotic, burdened with the weight of destruction, but stronger because of it. bright, beautiful, with so many shining colors all entangling in a perfect, mesmerizing patter...
I need someone to sneak up behind me, grab me by the hand, and pull me along beside them.
Scars, scars, scars. Scars on my arms. Scars on my legs. Scars on my stomach. Scars on my mind.
