Some hummingbirds Must dream of sugar And I remember your lips Sweeter than sugar Some hummingbirds Take pride in their feathers Yet, vibrant as they are, Your eyes remain treasures And now, my broken wing, It keeps us far apart But I will continue to sing Longing for your heart and your lips, a work of art So here’s a song to the girl that this hummingbird still dreams about
When I eclipse, just know that we will meet again and you will be at my side. I will shine on you again and we will give the world something they won't forget- a dazzling twilight for all to see. I am your sun, you are my moon. Don't leave me in darkness anytime soon.
From known to unknown From almost to finished From together to alone From whole to perished From safety to danger From different to normal From before to after From devil to angel From chaos to routine From angry to placid From ***** to clean From bold to timid From everything that was me To everything I've feared to be
It is time for you to let it go. Only you can be the one to erase, to rise above and to move on. Fill your garden with new seeds and learn to love what will blossom.
I’m not the person that you think I am I’m not that person anymore I see them calling, I do not blink an eye They have the right number, it doesn’t faze me There’s nothing I can offer, Nothing I can say I’m not that person anymore I’m not who you’re looking for, Not anymore
I used to ask myself: is it better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all? But lately, I wonder how much one has to love before they start to loathe every inch of skin that no one else seems to love enough to touch.
You live, you breathe, you laugh and don't even know that you are all my love, hope and inspiration all at once. Do you even remember this face and what it was to be as one? Every heartbeat still beats for you, for you are my blood, my soul and my own.
Drifting across your sea- carry me away with your waves away from these people and this land I have outgrown. Maybe I will drown but that's a risk I'm willing to take if it means I get to breathe you in.
I have made a mess of you in my thoughts again. I didn’t know I could feel this way, neither did she. Two hearts, one soul Two cities, one smile Yet we’re both scared for different reasons She feared I wasn’t real I feared it wouldn’t last.
The left find themselves caught in between socialism and a rebellion. On one hand, they wish to grant their government more power, when on the other, they claim they cannot be trusted. Which one is it? Time is ticking.
There’s nothing better than the feeling when someone contradicts what you tell yourself about yourself every day; that you may have been lying to yourself all this time.
I can warm you like a cup of tea on a winter's day, I can chill you like a winter in the U.K. I can lift you up and send you reaching for the stars or I can make you feel the weight of a thousand pulsars. I am the worst feeling in this paradigm, while, at the same time, I am the best feeling you can conjure; I am nostalgia.
She is a star crushing under the weight of yourself and everything around you. She devours my light- it breaks and bends to her will. Nothing can escape your grasp, your gaze or your touch. The force of you is what always repulsed me.
I watch the me i never knew I watch him stare back at me through all the shattered memories And I watch him fade like a breeze I bury the me i never knew I bury him deep beneath me beneath all the love lost long ago And i watch him rot so deep below
She is alone day after day- night after night. Alone between pages and in between each pen stroke are the secrets she keeps to herself. She'll tell them one day and they will explode out of her like the supernova that she is.
But loneliness Doesn’t come from being alone Loneliness comes from feeling alone And feeling alone comes From feeling different And feeling different comes from feeling unloved and you feel unloved Because you don’t even love yourself
With eyes like that, you could rule the world, baby. Irises that gleam like beautiful brown pearls in between those eyelashes clams could only dream of becoming.