The most beautiful, amazing and inevitable fact about life- Everything has a natural healing process.

I realizedJune had never beenjust a monthmusic…never just a trembleon my lipswarmth was nevermerely a blanket.

violent storms. and beautiful smiles. both have electricity. both are equally destructive in nature.

the mostbeautiful tideis the sweepof your heartagainst mine.

wordslike mysterious mermaids come and live permanentlyin the soft sweepsand scars of my skin.

depth and substance.the two most exquisite qualities. be it in a poemor a person.

your smile.is the ultimategolden dream.all the poemsin the worldare waking up from.

How….will I ever truly depict you?You’re perfect, my writing isn’t.

when i speak to youi speak as thoughi am offering a rosein your hand.

lean in to kiss mein all the placeswhere the acheis the most special.

be the kiss in my hairthat no one seesmove, when i movesigh, when i sigh…be that line from a poemthat i hold in my eyes.

If my life were a fragrance, it would smell like the sea.

I breathe in…the fragranceof love, and moist sandthe onehis roses lefton both my handsI just keep on breathingevery momentas much as I canpreserving it, in my bodyfor the dayit can’t.

I want to read every book that’s writtenhear every song that was sungI want to gaze at every cloudand hold the zing of each fruit on my tongue.

i have known yousince the beginningof timethe one i have loved alwaysin spirit.only just discoveredin person.

fierce lovers.and battle warriorsboth comefrom the same place. there is bound to be,some bloodshed.

I blink January’s lashesand gush down December’s cheeks

i have laughedmore than daffodilsand cried more than June.

i can’t always tell what’s betterlong drivesin the star-spangled desertsor long walksalong winding tea gardens.

May youalways haveopenbreezy spacesin your mind.

i writebecauseit is the only wayi can reach you.

i would rather havefeelings without wordsthan words without feelings.

there are some poemsthat we leave behindsome that leave us behindwhile some just livesilentlyin the heartcrumble, sometimesdwindledisappeardieand are rebornwhen you smile again.

I had embraced you…long before i hugged you.

Breezy daysdeserve the unionof two old friends.