“To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.”

Those who broke you were once the glue that held your pieces together.

Have I known it was going to end this way; I would’ve kept some love for myself, & chose me over you.

You’re a creation of my own heart, moving swiftly in between my words; masking every thought. feeding on every emotion & leaving traces of emptiness in a soul full of longing.

Your mistakes don’t define you, what you choose to do to fix them does.

There is an empty place in my heart where i’ll grow a garden using the love you’ve planted.

Seek the love that you deserve & only then will you learn the value of self-worth.

How will we learn to fly if we never allow ourselves to fall?

Sometimes in the act of moving on you relive pain everyday until there’s nothing left to feel anymore.

They say love comes in waves; yours is the only ocean I’m willing to drown in.

I’m stuck reliving old memories. moving aimlessly from one memory to another, in hopes of finding solitude; a serenity I never got to experience.

We’re a creation of words, constantly looking for acceptance in places we don’t belong.

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

You were a beautiful dream but dreams dont last long.

I’m seeking endings for tales that have never begun.

Time is the king of all men, he is their parent and their grave, and gives them what he will and not what they crave.

All suffering originates from craving, from attachment, from desire.

We have been raised to fear the yes within ourselves, our deepest cravings.

The ability to read awoke inside of me some long dormant craving to be mentally alive.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

On the road as an artist u start to crave the studio.

It is not the man who has too little, but the man who craves more, that is poor.

We crave for new sensations but soon become indifferent to them. The wonders of yesterday are today common occurrences.