When she smiled at me, I felt unborn poems stirring within.
Sometimes poetry is a way of finding beauty in the chaos; a flower growing in ruins of love’s wreckage.
And if the stars should ever die, we’ll make our own light, you and I.
Each of us is a story, waiting for a devoted reader who will take us off the shelf and embrace all our plot twists.
Who was it that hurt you, stole the light out of your eyes? Cut a hole in your heart and let the love drain dry? Who was so damn careless, to leave you with such scars? Where will you find healing? Right here, within my arms.
With rough hands and gentle heart, I’ll seduce you. You will feel my power and surrender to desire.
I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.
Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.
I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.
I’ll be your blanket, baby. Wrap yourself up in me. Let me give you shelter, in the winter of this world.
In a relationship, no amount of extra effort on your part can make up for a lack of effort on theirs.
Life tried to crush her, but only succeeded in creating a diamond.
She lived on a steady diet of hope and poetry.
I am everything the darkness could not kill.
My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.
Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart?
The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.
No matter how dark your night, my friend, may you always find enough light to take the next step.
Every pain of loss tells a story of love.
You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.