Nothing can be beautiful.
Not all the spaces inside you need to be filled.
Who you still have the chance to be, lives in the spaces you give yourself.
than I can breathe.
The radio playing Yellow,
I was half asleep,
His arms wrapped around me,
Then he whispered,
You know I love you so..
Paper people all burn down eventually.
The Flimsy and Fake
A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who let’s you draw cities on their skin with the tips of your fingers.
Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who knows that some people were taught to ask for help but never who to ask.
Never stop and never settle but settle down for the one who makes you want to be better.
And settle down.
Devils lie in an angel’s guise.