You have had me spinning for days, for I am drunk off the words that flow endlessly from your deep red lips that taste of wine.
I’d tell you what happened, but I can’t remember all of it. And I don't wanna put words in my dreams thoughts.
I imagine you dream of me on the nights I dream of you. I'm always so confused by the platonic way we enjoy each other’s company. We talk about so many things that I can't recall when I wake up. How did you get me pregnant last night? We never touc...
I have always considered myself a person with a gypsy heart, and I Surrender my dreams to my soul, for it's a free sprit who believes in no boundaries of region and religion.
You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.
When reality and your dreams collide, typically it’s just your alarm clock going off.
If love is a form of substance abuse, I hope to die high.
I crave the violence of your affection. I ache for the way it jumbles my insides and makes my heart feel like it's harboring a thunderstorm. I've never felt more alive in all my time on this earth, as I have, being underneath your touch.
Every morning the first thing I do is serve my husband a bowl full of praises. More then his stomach I try to keep his ego full.
Some of us walk around with a necklace of hope, an armour of sanity, but at the end of the day, they always come off. We reveal our naked, vulnerable, real selves.
To all those who care, You can't forever. Time steals the years, And your reflection in the mirror. But I can still see the story in your eyes, And your timeless passion that’s never died. While your skin became tired, Your heart became strong, The...
You make me feel like I am everywhere when I am right here, completely still with you.
When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.
We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.
Even before we met and long after we're both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I'm forever and ever in love with you.
The irony of the human heart is that it’s tormented both by the presence and absence of it’s own soul’s counterpart.
My existence began the day you were created and was realized the day we met.
Chin up, and we'll drown a little slower.
True love is wanting to spend the rest of your life with someone you would sometimes also like to strangle.
It’s the butterflies in our bellies, and the lightening in our eyes that tells me this all makes so much fucking sense.
Your eyes are hallow, Your heart is bruised, Your temple has been raided, Your soul has been shattered, Was he worth it?
