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As if you were on fire from within, the moon lives in the lining of your skin – Pablo Neruda
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Everything is more beautiful because we are doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.
View ArticleMorning Thoughts
It’s not necessarily that he loved her. It was more that, when he looked in her eyes, he saw it. He saw her.
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I would rip my own heart from my chest if I knew it would give you just a glimmer of the peace your soul so desperately craves.
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In an apartment, maybe New York or the hills in Surrey, perhaps Boxhill. I’d happily be anywhere in the world if it means I’m with you.
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I wear his name on my tongue with pride, and his scent on my skin with arrogance
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And she could say with the utmost clarity that both she and him were made of that same rope which binds them eternally.
View ArticleLate Night Thoughts – 24.4.17
I am so small, I can barely be seen. How can this great love be inside me. Look at your eyes. They are small but they see enormous things.
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In your light I learn how to love. In your beauty, how to make poems. You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art.
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When I remember your love, I weep, and when I hear people talking of you, something in my chest, where nothing much happens now moves as in sleep.
View ArticleHEALTH UPDATE 2017
4 years later and I finally have the answers I’ve been waiting for. After seeing a pain consultant at UCLH, I was told I had damage to my abdominal wall, most probably as a result of my operation in...
View Article– Lament: The Faerie Queen’s Deception
Do you really think God will forgive me for the blood on my hands, even if my soul was free? I’m going to hell no matter what happens. Let me have my pathetic hopeless love while I can. Just – let me...
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I owe myself the love I lost, the time I lost, the tears I lost. I owe myself the self I lost. The self I lost because I gave it to you.
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When the layers subside and the fortune is empty, the pigment of our days will echo pure and I will be nowhere if not with you. – K.J
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