How, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.
JEROENHow, love and addiction can have similar strains – of attachment.
JEROENThe depth to her sea proved to be stronger than any mans current.
JEROENSomehow she never got used to not having any – reservations.
JEROENHow the feeling of never being good enough rarely ever wears off her chest.
JEROENTo me it’s the sadness of ‘almost’ and it’s the sadness that’s almost present. – lantern.
JEROENCome nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.
JEROENThese nights in armor only wear us – down.
JEROENI left nothing but love – behind.
JEROENTo be honest it became quite dark and cold – without her.
JEROENWell it looks like the sun set on us like it set on the orange sky – as the thunder rolls.
JEROENThere is something extraordinary about watching her inhabit the world. – and sometimes she catches me staring.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
JEROENShe knew exactly where she needed to be.
JEROENIts about finding that place where she can touch upon the flame without mentioning the fire. – Spark.
JEROENWhat ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.
JEROENWhen she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.
JEROEN