“She is whisky in a teacup.”

She still lives in the silence between my thoughts.

The turmoil of her past is blazing my breath.

A sky is full of stars. Still, I am gazing at her eyes.

I still find myself searching the crowds for your face.

Even our shadows were made for each other.

Even the flowers are jealous of the curves of her body.

She is a kind of poison I would die for.

I miss how her whisky lips used to run all over me.

I am just a star in the space of her memories.

My eyes thread of happiness leads back to you.

You were the hardest lesson I ever had to learn.

It’s hard to breathe when she is not around.

She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.

She is the answer to my every prayer.

Missing you come in waves. Tonight I am just drowning.

The most dangerous drug I know has brown eyes and a heartbeat.

Take bread away from me, if you wish, take air away, but do not take from me your laughter.

If you love something, set it free. And if it really loves you, it will find a way to come back.

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

They say there is a doorway from heart to heart, but what is the use of a door when there are no walls?

If your heart is a volcano, how shall you expect flowers to bloom?

Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations.

We were together. I forget the rest.

It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.