“I will be the light you can cling to when your darkness lingers.”

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

Sometimes your heart just needs to be taken off its leash.

Life will forever be too short but time is never wasted when spent making your heart happy.

Kiss me tenderly, but if you take my breath away, promise you’ll help me catch it.

Be not a slave to love but still let it in.

I can’t promise that tomorrow will be better because I don’t know how long happiness will take to find you I only know it will.

I think they dipped you in starlight I’ll spend forever lost in your glow.

If I could ask just one last thing it’d be that you could let me go as autumn does its leaves.

I’ll keep reaching out my hand hoping one day you’ll be brave enough to take it.

This is all that’s left carry on and try not to feel so much.

Tomorrow looks better with you in it.

She is cold like the autumn breeze that sweeps the leaves away.

No matter how desperately I want to stop falling I am already in motion.

If we let love in the light will follow the shadow will creep back to their corners the consuming dark will vanish morning will find us we will make it to the dawn together.

You will always be worth saving.

If I am the night’s last lonely lantern you can count on me I won’t let the darkness creep in I won’t let the light abandon you.

Only the moon’s smile can cure the unseen scars of darkness.

From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.

A lot of women don’t know how to love because there’s deep reasons for them not knowing how to love. And what I mean by deep reasons is deep and dark reasons.

Love is love, even if it is illicit; like light remains light even in the darkness.

I remember the stillness of the night when I met darkness for the first time.  Whispering gently in my ear “It’s time to come home”

How abstract we humans sound, when we say these are dark times. As though it isn’t in our hands that paint our times.

The darkness feels like home. And the truth is, I’m tired.  I can’t pretend like there’s light anymore.

Never will He hold your hand more tightly than when He is leading you through the dark.