“You lit a flame in me that could start wildfires.”

One defeat does not define you.

So be bold, run free and live like poetry.

So we danced in the rain and woke to the haze of a sunrise painted in honey.

So i swept our stardust under the rug, and discovered a magic of my own.

Free spirit, The world is yours.

The longer you sit in the field, forcing fragile stalks together, the more you value the loops, the links that stay. And the less you miss the ones that snap and blow away.

Even when your tears have soaked through the last pages of your book, the sun will dry them and illuminate every word of your story.

So keep rowing against the current, no one ever made an epic voyage through smooth sailing.

I pined for the whole of you, but all I ever got was half. I waited and gave you twice of me-yet still it wasn’t enough.

The silence was broken with the music of your pain, but with every note i could see a part of you healing.

Whiskey lips and sunset trips to places we always spoke of, wind in hair we had no care for what tomorrow was made of.

I believed in the magic we made, but you were the magician and i was merely your puppet on stage.

Why not accept your beautiful mess? and care a little less?

Some of us will touch the sky, others will cradle the moon and some will enter a whole new galaxy. What a fortune.

The trauma, lies and pain, you chose to forget, are the ingredients for the greatest triumphs yet.

Undo the buttons that close the fabric of my heart, with care. Its fragile fibres have been ripped out too many times to bear.

The closer you are, the brighter the flames in my heart.

A mighty flame follows a tiny spark.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Your words may dim her light and make her cry, but you can never douse her flames how much ever you try.

I don’t want to be the water that puts your flame out. I want to be the wind that fans it to it’s full potential.

Light a matchstick And watch its shadow on the wall… Did you know a flame has no shadow? Light has no shadow.

The understanding is by the flame of the passions never enlightened, but dazzled.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.