Not everything gentle is weak, some things are just careful…..

The moon never possesses the sea, yet it moves it completely.. that’s the kind of wanting worth learning…..

Some mornings, existing is the most convincing thing I have going for me….

I’m learning to trust what doesn’t shout….

Mended hearts love slower, deeper, and without apology…..

I’m a mess BUT at least I’m his mess…..

I learned that loving again is not forgetting…it’s choosing courage…..

My heart broke open, it didn’t fall apart, just wide enough to accept love…..

Every glance you send my way writes another line in the poetry of us……

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New life #keen to test the frost. #7syllablesentence #blueskypoets #nature #photography #snowdrops

Her tracks disappear like a ghost as she folds and folds further into herself seeking escape, terrified mortified of the vast deep dark oceans of the lonely life before her #promptcombo @hool415.bsky.social #vss365 #emoetry #poetry

I’m learning to live without you now But I miss you sometimes

All these thoughts have your name in them.

I found God resting in your eyes, as if creation paused to watch you breathe. Even eternity leaned closer, curious how one heart learned to hold so much light without breaking…..

Oh, that moonlit night where no words were spoken,where it was just you and me. The air held its breath, and all that remained were two souls forgetting where one ended and the other began…..

Time softened, the world stepped back, and silence became sacred.. not empty, but full of everything we didn’t need to say…..

I am full of love, and nowhere to pour it…..

Some hearts ache not from breaking, but from waiting…..

Healing taught me that tenderness is not weakness, it’s survival…..

In trying to understand you I lost myself…..

I deserve affection that doesn’t need a reason…..

My heart is too full of you to ever belong to someone else…..

Their scars nod to each other, no introductions needed…..

Your eyes hold me the way I wish your hands would…..

I’d choose you, even when the pages run out…..

In his gaze, I feel safe enough to stay…..

My voice is a lighthouse, and your heart is sailing elsewhere…..

His pain recognizes hers.. They’re connected by more than words…..

The sky writes our destiny in invisible ink…..

She didn’t walk alone…he held her hand through every happy, sad and joyous moment…This was their story…..

What connects them isn’t love alone, but the way they’ve both endured…..

I spoke to the moon about you but she only answered in sighs…..

You are not a chapter, you are the ink that stains every page of my heart…..

My heart is the shore waiting for your waves to wash away my longing…..

Loneliness is love with nowhere to land…..

I want to be taken seriously for who I am not for the way I look…..

My heart learned his name before it learned how to heal…..

He wasn’t a memory, he was the language her heart spoke…..

I spoke to a dear friend today and it made me happy..That’s the thing about friendship it creates good vibes..remain the wonderful person you are…..

I’d recognize his eyes in the depth of my soul…..

I tried to forget you but how could I when you were written in my handwriting…..

Even in another lifetime, I would know where to look for you…..

I’d exchange the moon for your smile, give every star away just to meet your eyes, trade the summer breeze for the quiet of your embrace. Because some miracles don’t live in the sky.. they live in the way you hold me still, and make the whole universe feel like it chose me…….

I wonder how your lips taste right now.. warm with secrets or cool with restraint, velvet soft either way. I imagine the sins you’d whisper in my ear, your bare neckline an invitation.. delicate, tempting, and utterly divine….

Nel ritmo del tuo respiro trovo la filosofia dell’amore, l’universo tace, ma la tua pelle parla….

Your body is a question my hands were destined to answer.. slowly, completely, without missing a truth…..

His eyes are the proof that souls recognize each other…..

Strum the strings of my heart and let them tell you everything…..