“She won’t bend and break as you’d expect her to, she’s a solid form of bravery and fearlessness and that can’t be undone.”

I want to have my best days with you.

There won’t be anyone else. I can tell you that right now. Your eyes show me that you don’t believe that just yet. Even if it takes me months or years. I’ll make you believe it so.

Theres a lover in you somewhere.

You have hues of love on your skin.

Down upon my tongue I feel your skin sigh. A touch of sensual, luxury, and statisfy.

I hope when she touches you it burns holes into your skin and leaves scars where my lips would have been.

I’ll let you grab my hips any day of the week, if only you promise to pull me close and whisper that I’m the best view you’ve ever seen.

I spoke to myself in lyrics and sugar coated words. A melody of lies and symphonies to soften the blow of how i really felt. I licked at the tender taste and fell into a cacophony within my skin. Would this ever end? This denial of feelings?

My unrestrained words fall right onto your tongue, whilst you hover above me, restraining my hands to the headboard.

Never mind your restless heart.

Devour me and let me feel your every move.

Your name in lights illuminates my skin.

The night used to spill down onto my skin. Now it just swallows me whole.

I adore being between you and these sheets.

Do you miss him, or do you miss the person you were pretending to be when you were with him?

I’ve gotten a lot of things wrong in my life, a lot of missteps I’ve taken in strife; but one thing I’m certain i’ve always gotten right, is the feel of your lips so soft and so light.

Few will have the greatness to bend history itself; but each of us can work to change a small portion of events, and in the total; of all those acts will be written the history of this generation.

The willow is my favorite tree. I grew up near one. It’s the most flexible tree in nature and nothing can break it – no wind, no elements, it can bend and withstand anything.

There’s a big difference between kneeling down and bending over.

Palm trees-they bend but never break I hope your love grows like this.

My every impulse bends to what is right.

Never bend your head. Hold it high. Look the world straight in the eye.

A bend in the road is not the end of the road. Unless you fail to make the turn.