Beauty masks the pain underneath, though only one can see through my disguise.

I run my own fingers through my hair just to pretend like someone's there and cares.

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

That awkward morning when you walk into school and all your friends look at you because you're showing a lot of skin

You know you've had a stress filled day when your head is pounding so hard you're sure everyone can hear it, too.