Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.
Z. ELLIOTTHe and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.
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I’m not meant to be your midnight secret, I deserve to be loved in the daylight.
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The heaviness of world can often feel like we’re living in black and white, sometimes all we need is a splash of color to remind us of the good in life.
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I won’t be like snow white and wait around for some guy. Prince charming’s kiss isn’t the only thing that makes me feel alive.
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He and I were like water and oil, We could co-exist, but never quite mixed.
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Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.
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I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.
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Grief sits uncomfortably until it seeps under your skin, so you no longer feel weighed down by it but still feel its subtle presence.
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Its the little things that make life worthwhile, like when he looks at me with that innocent smile.
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Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.
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There are so many beautiful parts of me but your eyes were too out of focus to notice.
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I never thought the victim would be me yet there I was paralyzed and struggling to set myself free. It took every fibre in my being to walk away and let it be.
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I was an unfortunate bystander caught up in the winds of your destructive storms, destroyed to ruins with nothing left to spare but feeling of emptiness lingering through air.
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Don’t be afraid of the heat, it’s just the fire blazing inside my heart. I can warm up the room and thaw away at the bitter and cold parts of you.
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My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.
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He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.
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