we love flowers when they’re already dying.
we water them,
trying to save them.
trying to keep them for as long as we can.

you watched my petals fall to the ground.
but that’s okay.
because that’s when we love flowers the most.

I can't ever imagine giving my heart up again. once I gave you mine you were so careless with it, you were my quarterback but fumbled every time

He looked at me,
The way the sky looks at the rain,
Waiting for patiently for the relief.
Hands intertwining around my waist like vines,
Every touch felt.
Warm lips pressed against mine that has been worn.
Heal them I say as if they have been broken so many times before.
I love you,
I love you.

Lying here alone. In an empty room. Thinking about you.
I never saw you. I never met you. I never spoke to you.
But my heart is calling for you. My eyes are looking for you. My mind is dreaming of you.

But I am a stranger to you.

You never saw me. You never met me. You never spoke to me.
But still, my heart is callling for you.

It's aching with loneliness.

The day we'll meet, you will know my name. You will know my story. You will know my pain.
But 'till that day comes, I am lying here alone.
In an empty room.
Thinking about you.