You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.
Just as the leaves know they belong to the trees, so do I to you.
He only text you when those he left you for are ignoring him. He only calls you when he misses sex. He only tries to kiss you when he sees that you're trying to move on. He remembers your name only when he needs someone to shout at. He doesn't deserve your second chances, stop giving second chances to people who hurts you intentionally
I will always remember the way you spill your smile all over me like the rain.
Find that kind of love that drowns you but still keeps you breathing.
When you smile, it lights me up!
Love is beautiful and blind and messy and wrapped up in stardust. (Excerpted from Confession of the moon, chapter Pain)
I loved it, ... when I could turn your soul, master your thoughts, paint your heart in the colors of my dreams and make you forget about your sorrow... (Excerpted from My confession, chapter Pain)
I must have been a poet, that might justify the high sensibility drifted apart. But then, I ask myself: “What is a poet without his voice of happiness?” “What is a poet when his sensibility is found in nothing but fatal solitude and deep melancholy?!” My beliefs pour into unfounded questions of my soul's floated songs. (Excerpted from Tears of pain, chapter Pain)