“I only know how to crave skin against skin and my heart against a chest like a fingerprint.”

You have a breathtaking wildfire heart.

You remind me what heavens air felt like, I think you’re here to walk me home.

To be steady in the soul and free in the spirit.

It’s been really, really hard, but you’ve been so brave.

Beautiful flower, grow untamed.

One of the sweetest ways to love – I’ll let you grow.

The sun-kissed ones, they leave a sweetness with you that changes the air you breathe forever.

Be gentle with the way you’re learning to hold your own heart.

I hope I make it a little softer here for someone.

I think you’re made of flowers, how you bloom when there’s light in your skin.

She loves like a awakening.

We love like fireflies, how we gravitate to each others glow.

We have the same kind of stardust in our souls.

Who are you when all of the things that feed your ego fall away.

You are such a wild and soft thing.

My fear falls quiet with the way he speaks of me in his sleep.

You’ve got me craving wanting your love.

My pain is from craving to feel your skin locked in mine while you cry out for more.

Craving clarity, we attempt to eliminate the risk of trusting God. Fear of the unknown path stretching ahead of us destroys childlike trust in the Father’s active goodness and unrestricted love.

We fear rejection, want attention, crave affection, and dream of perfection.

We crave and fear becoming truly ourselves.

After a while the eye candy I used to crave became bitter to taste.

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

Now that i am numb, i crave for pain.