“Her memories cripple me at night.”

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

She is whisky in a teacup.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

She left the room. I am still talking to her fragrance.

Her voice still echoes in my void heart.

You smell so close when I am drunk in love.

The meaning of life has suddenly appeared in the spark of her eyes.

The stars, they keep talking about you.

Sad birds still sing.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

I want to fold you into my book, like a petal, so that you’d never leave.

Perhaps their voices never leave us and we spend our lives fumbling for quiet corners where we can hear them most.

Are you my poison or my solace? Leaving me disconcerted and blue.. Disguised in a bliss or elixir behind menace? Hard to live WITH OR WITHOUT YOU!

Even our shadows were made for each other.

I’d be lying if I said I am not missing you.

I miss you in ways I didn’t think it could be humanly possible to miss someone.

Every moment I find myself alone without you, hold me, stop me, I am strayed.

This is face blindness, but not really it. Among all the faces I see, I could only see yours.