“You’re my Sunday morning and my Saturday night.”

We are built on a foundation of facades.

Our love cannot be contained within a photograph.

Without you, I’m lost.

Holy power, but more than water droplets, a whole fucking wave.

An angel’s soft breath coating the grounds, a gentle caress wakes us now.

If creativity calls, you answer. Otherwise, the words are lost to you forever.

Kiss me like my lips are the oxygen you need to survive or the passion you need to thrive.

To leap or to fall: that is love’s question.

Constricted hearts do not bode well for a mind that ties itself in knots.

Together we traced daydreams on each other’s skin, kisses our paintbrush.

It’s the simple things creating pockets of serenity in a world of uncertainty.

Even the stars get lonely at night.

All I have ever wanted is to rid my mind of the demons that still trespass, despite all attempts to guard the walls.

You told me I was the culmination of all the prettiest sunsets and that was the day I finally saw what you see in me.

Will you wither or will you thrive when the sun hides behind clouds?

Your love swallows me whole – just please, never spit me out in pieces.

Let’s make the world wait while we write poetry and talk about love.

He sets fire to my soul and I have never felt so alive.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

Don’t let what other people think, stop you from doing the things you love.

I hope to arrive at my death, late, in love, and a little drunk.

I hope you find peace in your heart, a home in your spirit.

They built many monuments for their love, I wrote a lot of poetry for my love.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.