Words lit low on kerosene pages, familiar comforts like asphyxiation.
AIMEE C. HOVEYAnd I miss where the sun sets. Over the english channel, on the south coast of sussex.
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Honesty, I don’t know how to love you less. Let alone not at all. I try my absolute best some days but this just makes me miss you more.
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You love me some days I’m honestly sure of it. You think I haven’t noticed and I’ll pretend I didn’t. You love me somedays and that’s okay with me.
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I’m holding on so tightly to the promise that if nothing lasts forever, someday, this sadness will end too.
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A long time ago I came to realize that no matter where I am no distance I could go can ever make my heart forget you’ve made a home inside my soul.
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A hello from you can still bring me to my knees, set me free. More than any goodbye ever could.
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If I could go back to a time I’d be with you. And I’d thank you again for almost being the healing to my heart.
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You’ll be what keeps me awake at night. Ignescent in the dark and impossibly my happiness.
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And as I gave up the fight to leave the forever in my heart behind, I made friends within the hellfire beast that will always burn a little too close whilst you remain out of reach.
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Life won’t wait but you and I? we’re gonna live forever.
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I still hold hollow hopes for the day, my heart keeps it beat whenever I hear your name.
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Thankyou for showing me not everything with love will leave.
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There’s a destitute side, a breakdown in me. My subversive pursuit to finally be free.
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I guess that’s the thing with forever you only get it once. So when you find yours in someone there’s not a thing you can do to forget and nobody else could ever come close.
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How is it possible that only you can stop time when I meet your eyes of green gunshot fire.
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Tomorrow will be the reminder that its all just a blur of oasis and vodka.
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