“And even in my waking hours, I still dream of you.”

To the girl who thought he was real love, he didn’t love you he just loved the way you made him look.

You pull me from my roots and dry me out but with these tears, I bloom again.

With you, I’ve found my permanent home.

Now if only at my worst had I known I was about to be at my best.

And darling, you’re safe here where these walls only want to watch you grow.

Your love is sirens loud and coming to save me.

That night I fought and I fought but your hold was stronger yet I knew even your hands could not hurt me more than your love has.

Your love is not just a feeling but a knowing.

And so she left, whereas then, she realized that just because she was planted here, does not mean here is where she has to grow.

Darling remember we are all the same with different coverings.

They wished you a home full of hurt but you deserve a home full of healing.

To the girl I used to be I appreciate you for a seed won’t bloom without its soil.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

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

I love to watch you become everything she said you couldn’t be.

Sometimes the words call out to me often waking me from a dream, And other times – Leaving me stranded within one.

The infinite ceiling of my dainty delicate dreams makes me see the wise world where my heart belongs.

Chase the butterflies which caused you to dream.

I hate that time flies away too soon. I hate that dreams die faster when I don’t have you.

Violet is the color of the deepest dreams the synonym of too much love. Violet is the pain we willingly let in and the promises we’ll never break.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

It feels ironic when you wake up one day and try to unlove a person you dreamed of waking up with.

No one cuts away your dreams only you do.