“You are the book I keep closed, for some stories are not easy to read. But flowers bloom in between like the story is still alive.”

Take me from this wasteland, for I have longed for an escape like a bird that craves the wilderness, from every corner of his cage.

Sometimes it is not about the touch at all it is about the hands they belong too.

Bitter sweet rose her thorns pierce every bone, but her lustful petals fall like bandaids for bleeding sores.

A flower grows where it is planted but love grows everywhere.

Mountains speak in peaks and troughs. Just like life. And just like love.

I will always have a little bit of the wild in me. Always remembering what a good heart tastes like. Like love, that never ends. Like you.

Some days I wonder how I can become more then I think of you and I grow with love.

We choose our gardens based on what will bloom, and we wait out the seasons, until they do. And sometimes, love needs patience too.

Catch my fall as my wings ignite with love and the sky and I unite.

I’ve been that children, learning to walk. Somedays I’ve fallen, and some days I’ve crawled. But the steps, they grew. And so did my strength. And then I let go of your hand.

The more I branch out, the less lonely I feel. I often wonder if trees are like that, too.

She teaches me I am boundless and free. She teaches me my past does not define me.

Love me later when the sun fades into the horizon and the distance between you and I melts away.

Maybe all these tears are leading me somewhere. Because when the sun meets rain, something beautiful emerges. And perhaps I am a rainbow in the making.

Words are weighted messengers that can break when they drop but a moments pause is the harness that keeps them from falling.

Where the heart feels torn is where the blood rushes most and that’s where all the roads meet.

We began with honesty let us end in it too.

I spent the entire night casting spells to bring you back.

When you are broken and he has left you do not question whether you were enough, the problem was you were so enough he was not able to carry it.

She was a rose in the hands of those who had no intention of keeping her.

Stay I whispered, as you shut the door behind you.

There are so many fragile things, after all. People break so easily, and so do dreams and hearts.

Why are you forever on my mind? Even though I’m the one you left behind.

I feel your absence deeply within my heart because we are already, and almost apart.