you are the only feeling she waits for

natural beauty
he searches deeper
to find her

Love is the poetry of the senses

sometimes i seek the company of darkness.

she wasn't his type
but he was drawn to her

some days my words flow like water
and I catch raindrops from the sky
but some days there are neither waves nor tide
and I simply let the silence thrive

In a dream you were a forest and I was the wind that sang to your trees.

You might remember a beautiful face, but a beautiful soul is just unforgettable 🤍

he should have asked her how she felt

Everything about you is sacred to me.

If I have to say it again, then never mind

just give me a handwritten letter and i will wait lifetimes for you

the reasons aren't always obvious and most always assume wrong

sleep is a wounded
bird that I simply
cannot catch

I hope the world is gentle with your heart today.

a love that elevates your soul

grateful for a glimpse of the soft side of your warring heart.

a certain softness

she is the only muse he desires