Your transformation will begin the moment you stop worrying for someone rise to rescue you.
We’re all in the human race. The question is, are you running toward your dreams or just away from your fears?
She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.
Rusted FlowersFrom her heart’stear-salted soil,rusted flowers grew.A serrated beauty;wounding all those who bent near.
Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.
Opening to love will always involve risk,but a heart safe from pain is one also locked to joy.
When sorrow’s cup is filled up to the brim,the slightest touch of memory can cause tears to spill again.
His heart was like a battered guitar; worn and scuffed from a life spentout on the road, but still capableof bringing forth beautiful music.
I am no blank slate for love to write on.My heart has walls marred with cracks,bloodstains, and bullet holes;graffitied over by past lovers.
Strangely incurious, her lovers from before. She has worlds within I’m longing to explore.
She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.
She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.
I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.
I walk these lonely streets at dark. Just me and the night; crowded head, empty heart.
When life gets dark, that’s when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.
When I lean my ear up against your seashell heart, I can hear an ocean of love roaring inside.
And if we never visit Paris, that’s okay. Your heart is my exotic destination every day.
The door to her heart was locked up tight, but he could still see a faint glow escaping through the keyhole.
Within every heart’s Winter sleeps the promise of Spring.
You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.
Who was it that hurt you,stole light out of your eyes?Cut a hole in your heartand let the love drain dry?Who was so damn careless,to leave you with such scars?Where will you find healing?Right here, within my arms.
With rough hands and gentle heart, I’ll seduce you. You will feel my power and surrender to desire.
Who was it that hurt you, stole the light out of your eyes? Cut a hole in your heart and let the love drain dry? Who was so damn careless, to leave you with such scars? Where will you find healing? Right here, within my arms.
My heart had been a darkened room for so very long, but then you found the light switch.
Do you dare journey into the wild places of your heart?
Even when your heart is blue, I’ll safely hold it. I really don’t mind these indigo-stained hands.
UnsightlyIf I strip my heart naked, you’ll see all the unsightly scars, I’m afraid.
Sometimes it feels like you’ve set off a spectacular lightning show in my heart, and I wonder if other people can see the flashes through my skin.
Her veins flowed with liquid poetry. I stole the words from her mouth with my kisses.
Everyone needs someone who can show them what heaven looks like.
When she smiled at me, I felt unborn poems stirring within.
And if the stars should ever die, we’ll make our own light, you and I.
I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.
Beneath the rust and grime which dulls the shine of our weathered hearts, joy patiently waits to be rediscovered
No matter how dark your night, my friend, may you always find enough light to take the next step.
You make me feel at home in my own skin, and that is one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me.
I hear your voice, and all feels rightwith the world again.
I kiss your tear-stained cheeks, tasting the saltiness of a hidden sea of sorrow.
Do you believe in magic?” she asked. “I believe in you,” he said. “And you’re the closest thing to magic that I’ve found.
As the waves relentlessly seek the shore, so my thoughts continually return to you.
Beautiful are those whose brokenness gives birth to transformation and wisdom.
I’m a pusher dealing hope, at the intersection of Desire and Despair.
Things began happening with odd synchronicity, as if the universe itself was conspiring on behalf of their love story.
Her kiss dissolves the universe. In that moment, I am unmade and then reborn.
After what she’s been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.
She is a wild, tangled forest with temples and treasures concealed within.
One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.
You’ll never have control over other people’s decisions, or what cards life deals you. Your power lies in the choosing of your response. That is the one thing you can control.
Each of us is a story, waiting for a devoted reader who will take us off the shelf and embrace all our plot twists.
Through your eyesI am learningto see myself.Through your heartI am learningto love myself.In the chrysalisof your acceptanceI can feel myselfbecoming.
As you remove toxic people from your life, you free up space and emotional energy for positive, healthy relationships.
Out of the void and vastness of the cosmos, life emerges; audacious, improbable. You and I are here. No other miracle is needed.
Hope is a flower which refuses to be crushed under life’s brutal heel.
In a relationship, no amount of extra effort on your part can make up for a lack of effort on theirs.
You are the artist, and your days the canvas. Will you create an original masterpiece, or live a paint-by-numbers kind of life?
Looking back at our lives, the unbelievable thing is that despite all the times when things felt so wrong, we still managed to meet at the perfect moment. Almost as if by some plan which we were unaware of.
I’ll be your blanket, baby. Wrap yourself up in me. Let me give you shelter, in the winter of this world.
The self-righteous scream judgments against others to hide the noise of skeletons dancing in their own closets.
He’d been saving up his love for years and years, waiting for the right personto spend his fortune on.
Your heart plays a song like a broken music box, but nothing ever sounded quite so beautiful to me. Together, in the dance of wounded-wing swans we’ll rise above the ruins, melting into the golden light.
Refuse to blame yourself for not being ‘good enough