A single poemis worth a hundredcozy winter nightskind wordsand healed wounds.
be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh...be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.
your handtouching mine.this is howgalaxiescollide.
Drink in the moon as though you might die of thirst.
Poems are soft kitten furs. smoothing out the rough edges of my world.
Great struggles make for great stories.
The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.
i am alwaysstalking you, my dear. with my thoughtsmy words.my breath.
Hands. Cheeks. Eyes. Lips.Neck. Ears.Thighs.Heart. Soul.Ahh!the things I get tosavor you with.
my motheris pure radiance. she is the suni can touchand kissand holdwithout getting burnt.
a silent night. - the most eloquent poem i have ever read.
you are ever the only onei want to giveall the peachesin my heart tothe only one by whomi want them bruised.
Maybe life is all about twirling under one of those midnight skies, cutting a swathe through the breeze and gently closing your eyes.
One clear moment, one of trance One missed step, one perfect dance One missed shot, one and only chance Life is all...but one fleeting glance.
you make autumn misttaste like champagne and turn winter raininto the elixir of life itself.
I want you to crave the crisp ocean breezeas much as I do.I want your soul to beas rain-swept as mine.
Look, moonI turned silver for you.
the nights would be orphaned without the sound of crickets chirping.
The splendid thingabout falling apartsilently...is thatyou can start overas many timesas you like.
i am eithera stormor a drought.in-betweenshave neverbeen my thing.
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