33 quotes found
“Paint me perfect poetry.”
“Once upon a time, is how stories begin...”
“Tonight, can we just pretend you want me to?”
“Tonight, can we just pretend you want me too?”
“Tonight, can we just pretend that you want me too?”
“Poetry without words, you are, the beat to my hearts rhythm.”
“unheard and unseen { protected } from the vision of whatwe would look cute togetherreally means words do{ lie } amongst thelols and just kiddings{ hearts } lay awakedreaming nightmares of unicorns ...”
“I write amongst the stars, and the canvased paper moon. I paint the fields of green, sprinkling morning dew. I teach the birds to sing, a tweet, a tweet, times two. And when my busy day is done, I ...”
“Your heart beats between the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ”
“Tickle my heart with your pen. Write me for all to read. Bind our love inside a book. Make me your poetry.”
“I don't want what love is. I want what love is supposed to be.”
“Can still windmills, still produce wind? Can a heart still love, when a heart no longer is?”
“Star light, Star brightFirst star I see tonightI whispered your name to a star last nightSoftly, yet so boldI closed my eyes, and saw your faceI spoke those words untoldI wish I may, I wish I might...”
“They took one look at me,And hated my black face.They took one look at me,And decided on my fate.They took one look at me,And forced an unknown fear.They took one look at me,And caused the shed of ...”
“Bruised, beaten, shaken, weakened, tossed, thrown, lost, alone, heard, helped, healed, hope... it still works.”
“Your heart beats against the palm of my hand.Its need to beOne with meDripsBetween my fingertipsAs I squeeze perfect drops of love into small receptacles to be preserved...For later. ”
“I'd give you my heart, but you'd just give it back, so I'll give you my words instead.”
“As a man thinketh so is he? The faith of a mustard seed? I planted these words in my thoughts, and still, mind wound up lost, between my dreams and reality.”
“Twas the night before Christmas And the moon was sitting high The kids were in bed, Kissed and snuggled in tight The gifts were all wrapped There was love in the air It only came once So it was h...”
“If you say something as if it were, that isn't, is it considered a lie, or speaking it into existence?”
“Nothing, is what it appears to be, when it's only with your eyes you see.”
“the caressof each wordbecoming one with the pagetwisting beneath the touch of the pen forminga trail of permanent kisses until they reachme”
