“Years passed and left me behind stuck in the past with you.”

The best thing we built together was our end.

Love me through your eyes and let your skin follow.

I could hear my heartbreak. And instead of screaming, I listened.

I must have been out of my mind to believe pain wouldn’t leave any scars.

Your words were cold. I felt them as they crashed through my bones.

You were never good at words. So I tried to learn silence.

This heaviness is too much for one soul.

I believe one of the most dangerous things in the world is living.

Despite the lack of colors, she was a work of art.

It is no longer skin that I wear. It is you.

My poetry breaks and cries. I think I really need to let you go this time.

The saddest song you’ll ever know is the one my heart plays for you.

You left me with nothing. But the gift to write the most beautiful sad poems.

My lonely soul drowns in empty bodies.

Nothing feels like home anymore. Even this heart of mine demands to be yours.

To love you is a battle that takes wars to stop.

It’s in vain to recall the past, unless it works some influence upon the present.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.

You said forever, now I drive alone past your street.

Living in the past stops you from moving forward, and living in the future stops you from living in the moment.

The Past Is Something You Stand Upon To-do Your Present Dance.

You Can Think About Past or Future, But Only This Moment Can Be Experienced.

While plunging into her past hole bind yourself with hope, not rope.

We cannot fix yesterday, but we can create tomorrow.