“ Sometimes you want to say, “I love you, but…”Yet the “but” takes away the ‘I love you’. In love their are no ‘buts’ or ‘if’s’ or ‘when’. It’s just there, and always. No beginning, no end. It’s the con… Coco J. Ginger
“ Tricks ripped and you tripped, tricked yourself by falling slowly.I’m the winner in this game,unable to stoop to your level of shame.Unwilling to reply to your words of ache. Coco J. Ginger
“ I miss your silent stature, your avoided days of disaster, your present state of distress.I’m cinnamon, cloves and fire, you are the rested cedarwood of desire. Coco J. Ginger
“ You’ve no idea the restraint I’ve created. A word, which in a past life, never held special meaning for me, flows now through the blood of my veins as if to remind me it was always there. Like you, al… Coco J. Ginger
“ …so many ticks steadily around the clock. My heart beats ferociously, as if to say it will not digest this leaving. But you are gone. I could never look into your tormenting eyes again. You mock me wi… Coco J. Ginger
“ I won’t let you have it. I won’t give you this moment. I won’t let you fill up this valuable organ...I own it. I won’t do it. I can’t think, I won’t think about it. Coco J. Ginger
“ He’s an indulgent sort of man……With a quick lip and a fierce tongue, the sort of tongue that draws you in with charm and words of praise, awkward silences and desperate worships. Coco J. Ginger
“ You don’t deserve my image in your head. You don’t deserve my memories in your chest. Coco J. Ginger
“ …..she needed him to know she did not care. She was spirited, tenacious, and full of contempt for him. Coco J. Ginger
“ I remember when your name was just another name that rolled without thought off my tongue.Now, I can’t look at your name without an abundance of sentiment attached to each lettter.Your name, which I p… Coco J. Ginger
“ Growth in love comes from a place of absence, where the imagination is left to it’s own devices and creates you to be much more then reality would ever allow. Coco J. Ginger
“ When you miss someone....it’s weird…your body doesn’t function normally..as it should. Because I miss you, and my heart…it’s not steady…my soul it sings numb. Fingers are cold…like you…your soul. Coco J. Ginger
