“The dream is to have the world know what it’s like to love and be loved.”

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

I couldn’t dream of loving you anymore than I already do, Yet every day I wake up so much more in love with you.

Dreams may be forgotten but the beauty and the remnants of emotion felt will always remain remarkable.

what the sky is to a bird is like a dream for a dreamer.

Sometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.

The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.

Chase the butterflies which caused you to dream.

I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.

Violet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.