“How empty yet curiously heavy, my hands without yours.”

Be my ocean and carry me adrift, I long to be swept away.

In the dead of the night I wonder how moonlight tastes upon your lips.

Saturate me with you, and never let me dry.

How jealous I am of the sun, who gets to kiss you each morning before I do.

All too often it’s the very bravest of hearts, that break so easily.

There is beauty within that I’m learning to see.

The colors of my soul do not need anyone’s approval, above my own.

You may never appreciate how beautiful it is to love and be loved, until your hearts been broken.

You will forever be the beginning of every poem I always wanted to write, but never knew how.

Hope always comes home, despite the weight it carries no matter how lost.

But you were not born to be a shadow my love, you were born to shine.

You were born a magnificent miracle, so stop accepting ordinary.

Love her hard, she will not break she’s been through so much and deserves nothing less.

And she loved the shooting stars, that promised nothing but a fleeting smile.

How beautifully I burn for you, That you will never feel the cold again.

What a beautiful disaster we create, what a magnificent madness we crave.