Realizing that your heart beats excitedly for the person you're not with can only tire you and make you question everything

Luscious night, welcome me to your bosom once more,
so I shall be welcomed into the grove in which my soul was born.

Caught in a web of roses.

Sometimes asking is the hardest part

I watch each tear fall onto my paper, counting them, willing them to stop falling... They never, ever listen.

I don't think I have ever blushed so much in my life

Lies interwoven with roses interwoven with love

I'll look down, but I'll always be thinking of you

What if I told her I'm already gone?

You know you're in the darkness when pain is the only thing that's pleasurable in life.