“And in my stories, the ones I tell myself at night before I sleep. You are there, again and forever.”

Touch me. Make my body bloom. A million cherry blossoms.

Because, in the end, it was just promises.

And how can you be so bad for me when I feel like I’m flying?

Because I always ruin everything. Maybe it’s better if I let you go.

If you try every day, then, you’re much stronger than you think.

And she started flying, just like the beautiful butterfly she is.

And I don’t know if it’s his lips or his fingers that make thousands of roses bloom on my skin.

Maybe one day you’ll see, you’ll see what I saw.

She is like a beautiful night. Full of stars and darkness.

I could have given your heart a thousand roses. But you didn’t want one.

She believes in a wonderful world where unicorns exist. That’s why she believed in you.

We love each other because we can’t do otherwise.

And I realized It was when you loved me that my heart broke the most.

And you were probably just one of my stories, still made up in my mind. Again.

It’s a beautiful night in Paris. It’s raining and I’d like us to love each other tonight.

If loneliness exists, it’s because we all need a little pink in the gray of the sky.

Lets make memories on the fly instead of just dreaming.

Why do I keep thinking, writing, dreaming of you? You don’t deserve to be my muse.

Have the brave heart to dream so freely, that the memories of the future weight heavier than the ones from the past.

People’s expectations cut dreamer’s wings.

The war on yourself, Never in total comfort or surrender. Chase your dreams daily. Margin for failure, success, A turning point so slender.

Only those that improve you. That fuel you and move you. Together rising up, only seeing the real deal. In tandem, dreams you will pursue.

You were my dream and the problem with dreams is that you always wake up.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.