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

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.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Summer left me like an almost lover.

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Summer was soaked with you.

I fell in love with the way you wanted more.

Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.

Muses are born from a soul that is aching but I would sacrifice the most beautiful art if I could stop one heart from breaking.

She was born to be imperfectly real, and never needed to pretend.

If I’m reborn, let my soul find yours again, so our missing pieces can connect and we can become whole.

We’re the mirror of the cosmos, where stars collapse, born, and fade in unison.

A woman of integrity I swallow stones I used to throw grace was daunting until I surrendered then everything changed a woman was made.

They saw her beaten and broken I saw the birth of a warrior.

After your death, you will be what you were before your birth.

Once you are born in this world you’re old enough to die.