“The turmoil of her past is blazing my breath.”

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

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.

When I used to be on stage, I used to be out of breath; I couldn’t walk that far. Now, I got so much energy. I can do a whole show.

There is nothing prettier in the whole wide world than a girl in love with every breath she takes.

It pains to be insulted every time you breathe when I am your oxygen but you have to wish to breathe.

Did you ever take a deep breath and appreciated the people, things and memories that stayed in your life

I think I will always be half a breath between the hurting and the healing.

She was the freedom of his existence that rushed in like tsunami, that ignited his breaths into calm.

Anxiety is way louder than it sounds, I want to speak but i am short of breath.

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