“Be with someone who loves you with eyes closed. No surface distractions.”

I just hope that when I die my body is full of scars telling a beautiful life.

I don’t know what I’m looking for in life, I just have this feeling it looks a lot like you.

It’s funny how some people can make you feel alone and be right next to you. While others can be thousands of miles away and still make you feel connected.

Don’t lose faith in me, my dear. I will always desperately love you.

Let’s call an Uber, I don’t think either of us is in any condition to drive. You a little drunk off me and me just totally intoxicated from you.

We forget hoe easily it is to love when things are good.

Nothing easier than being who you are.

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.

Learn from the past. Live in the present. Prepare for the future.

I don’t want words that are said. I want words that are meant.

I want those forehead to forehead moments with eyes closed deeply. So deeply that the world disappears and every scent of you leaves an imprint on my mind.

We live in a world where too many minds are distracted while their souls are asleep.

I’m not here to boost your confidence with compliments. I’m here to figure out why you won’t open up. I rather see what the problem is, within the sea of broken promises.

Don’t feed me lies to grow my ego. Give me truths that hurt but also grow my soul.

I hope you find someone who dances to the beat of your soul, so you never have to sit alone in life while the music plays.

So many words to say but silence always seemed to be the answer.

To live without philosophizing is in truth the same as keeping the eyes closed without attempting to open them.

Over the horizon, underneath the clouds, beyond the stars, and close to the moon. I have spent almost all my life waiting for someone like you.

Thanks, corona for showing the true color of people’s close to heart.

Every day, I get closer to God. Every day, my will to do the right thing gets stronger.

I will love you from afar it’s better this way because close up it hurts too much.

Poems are nothing more than raindrops on a page falling from an open soul, staining the page one shade darker, and opening the one closed passage between me and you.

Mouths open and very close catching sounds inside our throats.

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.