“We are all stars in someone’s space.”

Modern-day love stories are born not out of love, but a tired mind and a restless heart.

We are not the mightiest in the skies, but we are all fireflies.

Ghosts exist as thoughts, and some of them are hauntingly beautiful.

You exist in colors that don’t exist, like memories that are mine but all yours.

We hold on to people like stars on a moonless night.

Be like the crescent moon, far from full, but shining nevertheless.

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

There is no greater sorrow than that of a soul, moving through the tunnels of hope, holding on to the beautiful past while drowning in a pool of darkness all alone, all alone.

The lone tree that stood in my garden.

Let the memories remain warm, even when everything is cold.

Fly like a butterfly in the fields like they did in the time of yore, fly like a butterfly in my heart like you never did from the time of yore.

The heart is known to provide solutions from time to time. Listen to your heart.

I miss the warmth, the morning coffees, and you.

A page in my book will always blank in case you come back.

Would you remember me for a day or four, or will I live with you in your heart, at the core?

You’re my home, not just a stop along the way.

In the morning she’s my sunshine and at night she’s my star.

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

The way you look at me, as though I’m a collection of starlight and storm clouds.

If the stars can wait for you to find your way back – so can I.

Your eyes hold stars this world doesn’t know about yet, show them.

Even the stars get lonely at night.

We’re the mirror of the cosmos, where stars collapse, born, and fade in unison.

Just realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.