“Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.”

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Each kiss is my slice of heaven on earth.

Friendships made rejections laid follows stayed unfollows played saves surmount algorithm count Instagram disses and emoji kisses.

Remember when Hershey was the only kiss we were looking for.

“May I have this dance”, my tongue asked hers.

One breathe. One-touch. One kiss. And I feel. I feel alive.

Some kisses heal scars some create them.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.