“I fell in love with the way you wanted more.”

Let’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.

Give me love like summer rain.

This wild heart beats restlessness.

I search for summer in every corner of september.

A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.

I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.

We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.

I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.

Open your heart to life before summer is over.

We all need more solitude sundays.

She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

My only home are the daydreams I dream.

From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.

I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.

Ideas too sometimes fall from the tree before they are ripe.

It breaks my heart in half watching your spirit fall. So when the light is fading, can I be the one you call?

I’m praying for patience and falling behind.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself not the people or places in it.

To know why you fell in love will never bring you back up.

Time is capable of doing it all love, hurt, rise and fall.

There comes a point where we need to stop just pulling people out of the river. We need to go upstream to find out why they’re falling in.