Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

Dear Lover…you have hands like hands, and feet like feet, and all of you is beautiful.

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

You cannot deny the struggle; the struggle denies you.

cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm

…but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.

Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

Being alone is better than being your whore.

You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

solder. this is meand you together

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

All of my insecuritiesshine in the dark.

Dear Lover…you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.