“Summer left me like an almost lover.”

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

I love you more now that you’re a memory.

In another life, you and I stay together.

It is a lonely thing to do to stare at the stars and see poetry.

When is giving up okay before or after we break?

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

What a loss they suffered, the day they left you.

Breathe my dear, just breathe and this too shall surely pass it will not break you.

These bridges that we walk across they weren’t build to be burned.