I was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.
Z. ELLIOTTI’m not meant to be your midnight secret, I deserve to be loved in the daylight.
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The heaviness of world can often feel like we’re living in black and white, sometimes all we need is a splash of color to remind us of the good in life.
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I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.
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Its the little things that make life worthwhile, like when he looks at me with that innocent smile.
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I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.
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He disappeared like a ghost in the night but I kept looking for him in the shadows of the moonlight.
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Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.
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He lit my soul like a wildfire and it burned me to the ground.
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I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.
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My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.
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Maybe those who hurt me in the past were not all monsters, but rather kindred spirits who got lost along the way.
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He played with my heart strings and turned them into a song I can’t get out of my head.
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My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.
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I knew my healing had purpose when songs that used to remind me of you didn’t bring tears to my eyes anymore.
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Rejection is a hard pill to swallow but as soon as you get past the lump in your throat you’ll be able to breathe again.
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Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.
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