“If only I could kiss you as often as I think about it.”

If I feel everything, is that a gift or a burden?

We couldn’t be friends because God knows we were meant to be lovers. Doomed to never belong to each other.

When everything feels a little less real, life becomes all the more frightening.

We were more than merely a product of luck, we were written by the gods.

It’s always the right time to let go of anything that feels wrong.

I don’t know how to leave what has already left me.

I knew it was from the heart because I cried as I said it.

Foolishly hoping you return with a kiss.

Even in my dreams, you’re unsure.

My heart holds your name like it’s the only thing it knows.

He is the love of my life, but not in this life.

I’m a temporary being consumed by a lifetime of fantasies.

Anxiety is on the run and depression sleeps in the next room.

A broken heart will make a poet out of you.

I suffer in the “almost” of things. Almost there, almost right, almost yours.

You only loved me in your loneliness.

His kisses make her blossom like a flower in the wild softly unfolding her petals to expose the magic hidden inside.

Don’t you see? That I kiss you a little harder. That I hug you a little harder. I want you to heal me.

Please just tell me this was my last first kiss.

Darling daisies kiss as spring awakens today her heart and soul sings.

The wind tickles my skin trees bend back and forth sunlight kisses the earth and yet with no sound at all, I hear everything. I am peace.

With him, I fly high in the bluest of skies for his lips kiss all my worries goodbye.

Let the rainbows of hope kiss some color back into your numb cerulean heart.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?