Sit with me. Let’s have a cup of honest tea, and figure out exactly where we’re meant to be.
As if happiness has a certain scent that even my best lavender softener could pretend to be.
I asked your heart to hold still so I could paint you in my dreams; knowing all along, that I love the way watercolor runs in the rain.
Please… Let me torture myself a little longer, so that I don’t forget what it feels like to fall in love.
Maybe someday, I might show up, in your sweetest dreams…
I often wonder, about the world in your mind… I know its colors, are unlike anything I’ve ever seen before…
Your scars are beautiful, to those who would see you clearly.
I let you be imperfect, and still I gave you, too much of myself.
something about, wearing a suit jacket, inspires a confidence, that is favorably reflected, in the eyes, of beautiful strangers.
Everything you’ve ever done, has been to hold me, between the stairs, of heaven and hell. And you have done phenomenal…