“On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.”

It was only when I accepted the end of our story, Was i able to begin a new chapter with a better man.

You are the love I always knew I deserved.

He told me that I was too much, that I gave too much, that I loved too much. But now I know he wasn’t enough.

Darling why do you always run from the things that scare you?

Remember me as a wanderer wild, with bright blue eyes and a heart of golden fire.

Today I am broken but tomorrow I will be gentle, I will be kind and i will bloom again.

You were a lost boy the summer you tried teaching me how to fly.

If loving you made sense the universe wouldn’t have let us go our separate ways.

I know he was toxic but at the end of the day a piece of me loved him and that’s hard to forget.

He likes to pull me in close, rub my nose against his. I didn’t know love could be sweet and tender like this.

I want a love that shouts from the rooftops holds me close in bed, wants to show me off and will forever hold my hand.

I found my words when I left you. Maybe the dark was worth the light.

We were two hungry hearts broken by past love and brought together for one reason or another. But my heart was hungrier than yours and in the end you left me starving.

You didn’t know how to let the wild rise in me. You thought it was your job to tame me.

She was in love with the moon, the stars in the sky. She was taken by the earth, wanderer child.

I didn’t mean to fall in love with you. I had only planned on using you to find my way back to myself to the girl we used to know.

Life is a metaphysical autumn, with time it changes the color of life and fall, but always has an aura of change and depth.

His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

Two monks sit facing, playing chess on the mountain, The bamboo shadow on the board is dark and clear. Not a person sees the bamboo’s shadow, One sometimes hears the pieces being moved.

Love the trees until their leaves fall off, then encourage them to try again next year.

A strip of water’s spread in the setting sun, Half the river’s emerald, half is red. I love the third night of the ninth month, The dew is like a pearl; the moon like a bow.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it.

Delicious autumn! My very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the earth seeking the successive autumns.

Summer was felt a little more; in autumn I began to fall. When winter came with all its white, you were mine to kiss goodnight.