Damn, your eyes.

Your world is,where I wanna go.

Full of heart and a lack of sense.

today can hold sorrow. but anything can happen tomorrow..

Moments.
Fleeting,
Undefined,
Stolen.

I used to think words were so powerful.
But then I learned your gestures.

Love is that moment when you undoubtedly believe in the perfection of something you know it’s imperfect.

Only if i could have known, but i found myself many times in the process of finding her.

Thoughts of you were once my favorite. Now thoughts of you equals to my thoughts of suicide.

When things get rough, you do everything in your might to make things work. Once everything is okay, the only work being done is me trying and trying again to only fail once and once again.