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.
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.