“Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.”

You calm my soul and set it on fire at the same time.

I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.

Brushing teeth swallowing held back tears, this is not how we are supposed to be.

You know what would be hot? To get loved before you get fucked.

Even pretty words turn into ash while pouring out of an ugly mouth.

I want to see you naked stripped bare yourself in front of me and then you can take your clothes off.

All these candles unlit perhaps they too need to breathe you.

She won’t settle for being just another girl on your feed you know.

What about us who would like a piece of the soul served as an aperitif before we dig into flesh?

I want to see our demons complement each other for the rest of our lives.

What if last time felt so beautiful simply because it actually was our last time?

I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

I fell in love with your personality, your looks are just a bonus.

Ain’t nobody gonna care enough to catch you fall.

You fall in love, and it completely consumes you.

We must be committed to getting back up and beginning again the exact same number of times that we fall, trip, or get pushed down.⁣

I like the challenge of trying different things and wondering whether it’s going to work or whether I’m going to fall flat on my face.

I’m a guy who tries to be successful in all that I do, and when you fall short, it hurts.

You fall in love with people’s minds.

Keep your face always toward the sunshine – and shadows will fall behind you.