How the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENImagine her to be more then just – a dream.
JEROENThe art of missing you, crafted to perfection. – artisan.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
JEROENCome nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.
JEROENLets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.
JEROENHer eyes, indigo. Open honest and there is always a hint of curiosity – present.
JEROENIn a sea of kindness she finds herself sharing waters.
JEROENWishing, if only she’d care – less.
JEROENOur darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.
JEROENIs there still time? or will we remain past tense.
JEROENThe trick to enjoy this, and see it as a part – of the process.
JEROENLets have one last look at the stars tonight before they’ll go -into hiding.
JEROENThere is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.
JEROENWhen she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
JEROEN