“How beautiful she is to have tears as unapologetic as the rain.”

Let’s make the world wait while we write poetry and talk about love.

How perfectly you love my imperfection.

Give me an old bookshop, rain, and memories of you.

We’re just friends. It’s as complicated as that.

We were supposed to be, even if we can’t be.

You will always be my favorite story to tell.

Every letter of every poem is one more moment with you.

Because a broken heart still beats.

Have you heard the rumors about us? I kind of love them.

You introduced me to secrets.

What a magical spell those stars cast, making us believe we were written for them.

I have nothing to say and I can’t help but think that says a lot.

I prefer daydreams to those at night. It’s more fun to use my hands.

Sure, we could have kept going, but the chance of finding a gas station was zero.

You were all I ever wanted and nothing I could have.

Every day we don’t speak is one day closer to the day we will.

Live quietly in the moment and see the beauty of all before you. The future will take care of itself.

All the things that I find beautiful have a darkness about them.

I think everybody should focus on inner beauty.

There’s something so powerful about being my own gorgeous, beautiful, individual, unique self.

I think having land and not ruining it is the most beautiful art that anybody could ever want to own.

Life sucks, but in a beautiful kind of way.

Beautiful creature its time to forgive yourself you were surviving.

Imagine how beautiful life would be spent if we spent it lost in moments rather than memories.