“The taste of your lips? The taste of love.”

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.

I want to feel mine again.

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

I dare you to change your story. I dare you to build your world again. I dare you.

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

Good decisions, my dear, are only earned by making a few mistakes.

His lips touched mine and suddenly all the colors in the world hit me at full force.

Let’s be wise as the silence, strong as the wind, useful as the light; let’s make of our lips a censer of the virtues.

Peace is a very complicated concept. When the lion gobbles up the lamb and wipes his lips, then there’s peace. Well, I ain’t for that peace at all.

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

Your lips taste a lot like petrichor, on my rainy days.

I stare at your lips and fall in love with the way they form what you say.

In the dead of the night I wonder how moonlight tastes upon your lips.

My silhouette is an ocean, your lips a sailor.