You got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.
LEON MARSHYou got to love them but not as much as you ought to love yourself.
LEON MARSHShe belongs to the sky for how her eyes sparkle like the stars reside in them.
LEON MARSHIt snows like the sky wants to burst for once to meet his earth.
LEON MARSHI don’t have much but sunsets and poems to remember you with.
LEON MARSHWe can always walk with them in the rain instead of just lending an umbrella.
LEON MARSHYou already have yourself and that is pretty much all that you need in life.
LEON MARSHI love you as much as one person can love another, as much as this heart can hold without breaking.
LEON MARSHSpeak of happiness as flowers do even when it rains.
LEON MARSHYour hair on my skin feels like gentle brushstrokes of a wind.
LEON MARSHYour eyes are my favorite book where all of my comforts lie.
LEON MARSHIt is insane what one heart can do to another like you have no say at all.
LEON MARSHShe smells of thousands of sunsets and wines with a foreseeable goodbye.
LEON MARSHShe is the sound of the rain kissing a river with all the colors of the spring.
LEON MARSHLove them while you can with a smile and slurping wine.
LEON MARSHJust admire her heart you don’t have to necessarily understand it.
LEON MARSHTrees have heard the echoes mountains have cried in despair all alone.
LEON MARSH