black
grey
blue
red
brown
white

My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.

Schuyler

I descend into an unopened sky, the ocean floor, the final embrace of a graveyard. Find your fill of me before my blue pales like a sour moon.
SCHUYLER

Floor Grave Moon Ocean Open Sky Yourself
I allow myself to be a weathervane; receive every feeling that greets the shore of me.
SCHUYLER

Allow Feeling Greatness Myself
Meet me where happiness doesn’t feel like a false spring.
SCHUYLER

Fake Feeling Happiness Myself Spring
Some mornings, I like to live like a secret; wake as quietly as I can, slip out of bed without so much as a wrinkle.
SCHUYLER

Live Morning Myself Quiet Secret Wake Up
I will still live like a ghost in the mornings; walking, listening, pouring coffee to finish sometime by the afternoon, when I’ve had enough of watching the world and do all I can to live in it.
SCHUYLER

Enough Ghost Listening Morning Myself Walk
Take me back to the evergreen trees; to the sunlight through the leaves, the bending ferns and fronds. The pitter of the rain, the smooth rocks sleeping under moss. Take me back to the life I know before this body.
SCHUYLER

Body Known Leaves Life Myself Sunlight Tree
I never lose pieces of me, I just gain new understanding.
SCHUYLER

Lose Myself Perspective Pieces Understand
How radiant you are, waiting by the window, watching for the sun to grant you more time to dance beneath it. You’ve let yourself dream again. Even if its in bites, even if it’s in a different voice than it used to be.
SCHUYLER

Different Dreams Radiant Voice Window Yourself
The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.
SCHUYLER

Loneliness Loud Myself Notice World
My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.
SCHUYLER

Face Live Love Myself Smile Summer
In a dream, I’m holding you close and when I wake, I do. How lucky, to want and have.
SCHUYLER

Close Dreams Hold Myself Wake Up
I’m writing about moving again, and when I write about moving, I really mean beginning. I’m beginning again.
SCHUYLER

Beginning Deep Move Myself Writing
If every feeling comes like a wave, I try to decide what kind of coastline I’ll become.
SCHUYLER

Decision Feeling Myself Wave
I don’t want to be a saint, I want a love I don’t fight alone to keep.
SCHUYLER

Alone Fight Love Myself Saint
People have been washed away by less. I’ll take every step gently. So often, you can’t tell the rush of a riptide until you’re already at sea.
SCHUYLER

Myself People Sea Wash
I’ll craft a haven that that cradles every joy and sorrow, but doesn’t hold them to keep.
SCHUYLER

Craft Happiness Hold Myself Sorrow

My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

My love lives in my cheeks – gives me away by the first smile. all the lines from years spent laughing, warm with extra freckles in the summer; a poker face that doesn’t keep once my knees fold.

Related Topics

Popular Authors

More Schuyler Quotes