Do you believe in magic?” she asked. “I believe in you,” he said. “And you’re the closest thing to magic that I’ve found.
With skin dressed only in moonlight, she beckons you to her secret garden.
Sadness is a bruise on the skin of memory.
When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.
Sometimes the only way to get closure is by accepting that you’ll never get it.
After what she’s been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.
Everyone needs someone who can show them what heaven looks like.
I walk these lonely streets at dark. Just me and the night; crowded head, empty heart.
Hope is a delicate flower which refuses to be crushed under life’s brutal heel.
When life gets dark, that’s when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.
Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.
And so, even though she was loving by nature, as time passed, she craved solitude more and more, due to the tortures of her sensitive heart.
Some people have a hidden richness waiting to be discovered. They don’t advertise it, but it’s there for those willing to scratch beneath the surface.
Within every heart’s Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.
Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I’m longing to explore.
Never judge a heart by its scars.
Please thaw my permafrost heart.
Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.
Don’t be fooled by my quiet exterior. It hides a wild mind and passionate heart.
Continents drift, and so do hearts.