“I’m over the moon but burned under the sun, what I’ve gained I’ve lost all along.”

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.

I loosen my grip to release this string because I am safe to let you in.

We were each other’s muses, I find that quite amusing.

Who am I to touch your soul while the world is spinning so fast.

I can be productive as fuck but I can’t be starved of love. I choose connection, touch.

You don’t realize that it’s peace over tension and calm over the rain that love is peaceful without any pain.

You left me speechless I’m glad you did because I appreciate every minute of it.

What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

Everybody has their trials and tribulations it just depends on if you have motivation.

One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Every now and then even the sweetest souls burn it to the ground, just to remind the rest of them who exactly they are fucking with.

You can fan the flames with hate or stroke the fire with love, either way, it’s going to burn.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

I will wait for you like a star until I burn out too.

Stay with me in this inferno and together we’ll watch the world burn.

The forest fire burns even tree like sandalwood.

As a single withered tree, if set aflame, causes a whole forest to burn, so does a rascal son destroy a whole family.