i used to find you
in the things i love
but now
i hate them.
Jul 8, 2017
Jul 8, 2017 at 8:21 PM UTC
I have never understood the aim, concept and purpose of letters. All I know is letters are where you combine ink and what your heart says. Basically, it is where you pour everything that's in your heart through a piece of paper.
you are the only person i'd stay awake at 2AM for.
the person i'd never get tired complimenting.
this letter would go on a thousand pages if i write everything i feel when you talk to me.
i think you're perfect and that I don't deserve you. i love all your flaws. i love you.
i want to make you believe you are lovely.
Aug 27, 2015
Aug 27, 2015 at 9:11 PM UTC
I think being a writer is the only way to escape the darkness of reality.
Jul 3, 2015
Jul 3, 2015 at 2:27 AM UTC
we do not pluck
the most beautiful flowers
because we
want to destroy them
but because we
want to keep them forever.
Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 12:04 PM UTC
they say that home isn't four walls and a roof,
but eyes and a heartbeat.
perhaps it's true
because ever since you walked away from the door,
i feel so homeless.
Jun 29, 2015
Jun 29, 2015 at 7:53 AM UTC
people are like waves; they come and go.
sometimes, they bring a lot of beautiful things with them as they drown you into their own sea.
but usually, they steal your soul and leave you empty.
Jun 23, 2015
Jun 23, 2015 at 7:50 AM UTC
She wasn't the kind of girl you see in movies.
She was the kind of girl you read in books; so beautiful yet so broken.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
maybe you're the sun and i am the moon,
maybe you're a saint and i am a sinner,
maybe you're the sky and i am the ground,
we will never collide,
but if we ever do,
chaos will destroy us.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 9:05 PM UTC
he sat alone in sadness.
the air of melancholy were suffocating his lungs.
clotting his veins,
slowing his heart beat,
he wanted to scream her name but no words were enough to tell the stars how much he needed her back.
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 8:23 AM UTC