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

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

Summer left me like an almost lover.

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.

Kiss the words from my lips like a love poem.

One thing that makes me prefer people over books is shared laughter.

The way she danced through life was poetry.

We fell in love because we were both summer souls.

Summer was soaked with you.

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 have felt warmth in lies, and coldness in truth. This is how I know that morality, transcends the physicality of temperatures.

Your words were cold. I felt them as they crashed through my bones.

Sometimes it is easier to feel the veins wilted and empty than to sense the coldness of blood in fear.

You were fully clothed in lies, I was naked in truth. Still, when morning came It was I who survived the cold.

Honesty is praised and left in the cold.

Little flashes of sun on the surface of a cold, dark sea.

How can this warm heart treat me so cold?

She is cold like the autumn breeze that sweeps the leaves away.