“I see the world in shades of you.”

We were half a summer love but a forever kind of memory.

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

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

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.

Most times there is more pain than love in my heart. Sometimes, I hope just sometimes; I find moments that fill my heart with more love than pain.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

I don’t want lemonade. I want sugar free sour version of you.

I like you a little bit less- because I love you a little bit more.

I would steal the sun, if that is what it took to bring the light back into your eyes.

Tea! The panacea for everything from weariness to a cold to a murder Love and scandal are the best sweeteners of tea.

To see her is to love her, And love but her forever; For nature made her what she is, And never made anither!

Wine and gin nights smell like trouble when its just you and I.