I am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.
TMCI am no longer crisp like freshly pressed linens. There is a staleness to me that has reluctantly set in.
TMCYou can’t help when the pain heals as you can’t stop what the heart feels.
TMCI am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.
TMCMy arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.
TMCIf true love was the purest honey you were just an artificial sweetener.
TMCSometimes survival simply looks like breathing.
TMCIt didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.
TMCYou flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.
TMCSip me in slowly savor me longer.
TMCI never knew someone could be both the peace as well as the war within me.
TMCHow can I let you go when my heart rests so peacefully in your arms.
TMCWhat you have done to me shows your character how I loved you regardless shows mine.
TMCI allowed myself to fall knowing full well you would never catch me.
TMCI came here as an escape not another form of chains.
TMCTo be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.
TMCI’ll never regret loving you, I’ll only regret how long I allowed myself to be fooled.
TMC