My favourite thing about the sun and you is that you both hold warmth that I crave for.
Listening to the soundtrack that the rain is playing,
I want to be beside you.
Yet, here we are in two different towns,
in two different beds loving from afar.
We draw and come closer on grey rainy days. There is something about the comfortability and serenity in listening to the rain, while laying with the one you love.
On days filled with a yellow and orange fire sky, I find comfort laying next to you in the late afternoons.
I roll myself into you, cascading into your summery warmth, kissing your shoulder blade. I refuel myself on you.
My favourite colour arrives at sunset.
Warm glows of orange and yellows,
a blend of gold.
She grew into the moon, becoming the women she was destined to be.
Bright, beautiful, and independently alone up in the sky.
Flowers and pain, a down- pour of rain.
Coffee in a cup, far too hot.
Reds and blues and greens, fields of flowers creating a colourful scene.
Leave your garden, and come live in my heart.
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Everyday I fall more and more in love with the sun.
I feel like I am running the same race as the sun, living everyday.
There is love all in me everywhere...
Simply, a flower cannot blossom without sunlight and water.
So be resourceful, make decisions for yourself, and plan how and when you want to bloom.
And who you want beside you when you do.
All the nights without you, is like a flower at night missing their sun.
Radiate warmth and happiness like the sun.
Love like you have never loved, and live as if your life has just begun.
Waiting for the sun among the flowers
That fierce storm inside of me is determination and strength;
not all bad things come out of a thunderstorm. Remember that.
I want to plunge myself into the sun.
I just want to know what his comfort is like.
“Your mouth tastes like raspberry”.
And yours tasted like everything I needed, that I wanted.
Every time I kiss you, I feel the same energy and power that lights up cities.
It’s pure f*ing joy and excitement.
It’s what feeds my existence.
What keeps me alive and hungry for more.
Don’t forget about me when my flowers are shrivelled, brown and gone.
Remember my blooms.
You want love? Then go and find it- be it.
You want warmth? Fly to the sky, be the Sun.
You want happiness? Then drink a tin of yellow paint.
Don’t just wait. Be who you want. Do what you must to live a life that is entirely choreographed, painted and sung by you.
It’s when I talk about you to the stars that lights up the sky.
Don’t be the flower that exists for the sun.
Live by it.
Grow as it.
I’ve heard it all before. Filling someone with love and leaving them, would be how you **** someone.
Just as it would be the same for planting a flower, but never watering it.
As humans, we live for love.
#flowers #heart #love
It’s like the sun is in me.
feeling warm and free.
When I am with you I start living, and find the person that I need to be.
I’ve planted flowers,
and lust in you.
So please don’t leave,
for I am afraid I’d lose myself to you too.
Let’s let our hearts crash into the sun.
when you’re planting yourself in someone’s heart, make sure that there is enough sun to begin with, before you start.
I love watching Spring bloom in the reflection of your eyes.
And as the sun sets,
I let my mind reset,
ready for the next day.
And I am worried that I am a flower that you don’t want around for Spring.
And I am worried that I too will become bland and boring like your window box flowers.
I stay up all night,
wishing to be amongst the city light.
I never had a care for atoms,
or the ones that were made up in stars.
I only cared about the ones in you,
that built and made you the person that you are.
When the worlds on fire,
on my mind,
you’re my desire.
[Hearts on fire]
In my field.
Flowers caught alight,
complementing my hearts burning delight.
You breaking me in two was everything that I needed to rebuild myself into a better version of who I am.
The sun inside of me shines different when I am in the presence among you.
Why is it that when I cause you pain,
you always come back to me?
Is that maturity?
That breath that you take is my favourite sound.
Melodramatic sky you have a powder blue cry.
know your worth.
to be beautifully alive.
I let the sun roam,
and dive all over my body.
Each of us exist in our own moments,
just like a star we have one thing;
that is to shine.
When you become old,
grey and withered;
I’d still display you in a vase.
Can I be yellow and full of large petals and sun like you???
Imagine yourself in the soil... that’s where you start, where you’re born.
After you must grow, blossom and bloom, then wilt.
This is your life, each day something new. First you must learn to survive before you start.
I wrote this for you. Whether you need a reminder on how to fight, or where you need and want to be in your life...
I want to kiss your lips and taste the pollen,
your care and love for nature is shown.
Everyone is a flower in the rarest form.
Men, women, and my beautiful others, I love your specimen.
I love you, even though at times you are the **** in my garden.
Lilacs in your eyes,
You use this to your disguise.