"If you’re brave enough to say “goodbye,” life will reward you with a new “hello.”"-Unknown. <3 (via rarelovexx)
What does that mean les we die Unbloomed?
My heart holds secrets I believe only your heart will understand
I am not broken, nor am I preserving my past
Yet, this does not deem me whole and fully present
We are to find where love is hiding
And to lose
Though I have lost before thee
I do feel capable of sharing once more
Where are you hiding, love?
Show me to your hiding place
Let us break this vicious cycle of fear and unbloomed forevers
Do you know what’s cuter than old married couples?
Old couples who have just started dating.
It’s refreshing to know that even after 80 years, a heart can still be open to new love. To know that no one ever has to die alone.
that day you took my empty hand
with fingers berry-stained
and led me to a meadowland
where spirits roam unchained
your kisses like amaretto
enveloped in red-cherry mist
as the fireflies of the meadow
lit our eventide tryst
for every curious flower
and lovelorn shadow there
to witness that magic hour
when new love fills the air
so in your eyes i lost myself
and in that field i found my muse
entwined in the arms of a girl-like elf
against a palette of wildflower hues.
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Fall into Me
I can’t promise you that I’ll be perfect,
Or that I’ll never get upset or cry,
I can’t say that I’m not worth it,
Just promise me you’ll try.
I can’t give you everything you’ll ever want,
But I can give you every piece of me,
I can be everything you’ve ever hoped for,
I can be the only one…
i feel like i’ve been putting all my eggs in one basket,
my poetry has become you.
with your creative hands, like
a potter molding clay, around and around the wheel,
and a chef kneading bread until the time is right -
you have created this indescribable feeling inside of me
that courses through…
"I once heard that every falling star brings you closer to where you want to be.
-Amanda Helm - Made up Myth of Falling Stars (via amandaspoetry)
When I was a young child, I would sit underneath the stars and wait to grow older, because the only place I wanted to be was a year older, a year wiser, a year more beautiful.
When I was a teenager, I would sit under the stars
and wait for them to take me to a place of happiness,
a place of contentment, a place of joy.
I am twenty years old now and I sit for hours underneath the stars begging them to take me away from here,
begging them to come down here, pick me up, and carry me to you."
This is for you.
As soon as you heard my words,
you wanted to be on paper too.
So here you go;
This is your poem..
You’re beautiful but the shit in your head isn’t.
I don’t know what has happened in your past,
but you’ve gotta let love in again.
And I don’t know if I’ll be the one who breaks down your walls,
but I’m trying.
Loving someone who feels things as deeply as I do isn’t easy so I’ll understand if you decide not to.
Despite what you’ve been told,
your soul isn’t hopeless, I could love it.
I could love you.
Your lips are as soft as red rose petals-
red because you set fire to my veins with just one kiss.
Your eyes tell stories I could read forever.
I know we’re all flawed but you’re the closest I’ve ever been to perfection." -And even if I never get to have you again, that first kiss will live forever in this poem.. your poem. (via caramelcoatedxxxtacy)
-to you, Amanda Helm (via amandaspoetry)
how long have we known each other now? how long have we known the other’s name and not breathed it into the night hoping to be closer? i feel as if the universe has used my life to draw me to you, to create in me a shadow, that only you could see. you see, i see things differently with you - as if you’ve given me this new vision, this new pair of eyes and everything is brighter, everything is more connected. you’ve shown me God as the artist, as the small person trying to hold the world together with such small hands, and weeping when we all fall apart. I cannot thank you enough for painting in my dark lines, for giving me yellow when all I wanted was to hole myself away in a pit of blackness and never be seen again.
to you, whose hands have brushed my heart when you are hundreds of miles away. to you, who has seen me and shown me the art and beauty within myself. If I lived one thousand more lifetimes, I would pick you every time.