robert m drake
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She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
She was a beautiful dreamer. The kind of girl, who kept her head in the clouds, loved above the stars and left regret beneath the earth she walked on.
Sometimes to self-discover you must self-destruct.
Society will always be too fragile to accept us for all that makes us beautiful.
Suddenly, everything was beautiful. The way she viewed the world was nothing more but a reflection of herself.
Maybe what this is. What we have, is something that will save us from ourselves.
I had to learn to live without you and I couldn't make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
I need you because I know I deserve you but let me fall in love with you one last time before I let go. So I can remember the beautiful imperfection that rattled my bones.
Suddenly I remembered that laugh, it told a different story, our story.
Madness and chaos are self-destructing but over thinking is the suicide.
Appreciate the moment of a first kiss; it may be the last time you own your heart.
It was never about the world being too big, it was more like she was too much for the world to handle.
She had more of me then I had of myself. We were both wild birds chasing the stars. We’d lose our way and find new places, close our eyes and fall back towards a constellation of dreams. We wrapped ourselves in a blanket of passion and each night we fell deeper without control, into this strange space called love.
Its dark and I’m reading my scars because our moments remind me of where I should be.
She wasn't broken. She was just bent, over the chance of being ignored by the one she loved.
The greatest adventure is to have no fear for the blaze that lies ahead.
A tamed woman will never leave her mark in the world.
The truth is I didn’t need therapy; I just needed to feel loved and know that someone out there craved my attention.
It’s funny, for all it took was a broken heart and that alone was enough, enough for her to do everything she ever dreamed of.
She wildly burned for the one she loved and he stood there watching, hoping he too would catch a blaze from the violence stirring in her heart.
I kept loving and loving and loving. Every waking hour, I marveled on how these moments would make made me feel. I wanted to love the world and be the change it so deliciously craved.
We’re only instruments of love, flowing through heaps of pain hoping one day we’d hatch a passion of our own.
She was broken, I think it’s because she loved too much and she was always blind to the fact that love too is sometimes broken.
Maybe I hope too much. Maybe I dream too much or maybe I love too much to just give up on you.
But dear, don’t be afraid of love it’s only magic.
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