“I need a lifetime with your lips, and still that wouldn’t be enough.”

I know we don’t talk anymore, but I still whisper your name to the moon.

When I hug you, there is always one thought that comes to my mind : our bodies were meant to hold each other.

My heart is completely filled by you that I no longer believe I can call it mine.

But you’re already brave. You decided you’re also important, and that’s all that matters.

If only we knew which goodbyes were our last.

With your heartbeat like welcome music, I knew we could make a perfect melody.

You are telling me you tried and still, you lost? Darling, you already won just by trying.

Let the shore take all your negative thoughts into the deepness of the ocean.

I’m just sitting in the darkness, waiting for the light to come. Dear boy, the only way out is the face your fears and become your light.

I don’t have a drug problem. I have a you problem.

I may not fit into your definition of a perfect woman, Even when I have the power to embrace all my flaws and scars. But I get it. You still fail to recognize that perfection lies in the beauty of so many perfections.

Let’s hold hands until the stars drown.

Be the sun and shine. Shine so bright not even the darkest clouds will be able to dull your light.

The taste of your lips? The taste of love.

I want to feel mine again.

She never knew how everybody saw her. All she cared was how she saw herself.

The pipe draws wisdom from the lips of the philosopher, and shuts up the mouth of the foolish; it generates a style of conversation, contemplative, thoughtful, benevolent, and unaffected.

I think the quality of sexiness comes from within. It is something that is in you or it isn’t and it really doesn’t have much to do with breasts or thighs or the pout of your lips.

Nothing but the taste of silence touching her lips these days.

To let a fool kiss you is bad. To let a kiss fool you is worse. ‘Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.

You feel on your lips a kiss Fluttering, a tiny scrap of life.

Marriage is two imperfect people committing themselves to a perfect institution, by making perfect vows from imperfect lips before a perfect God.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.