109 Quotes by Gwen Calvo

He loves her for a reason and its not rational.

He turns her over and writes.

Music repairs us when it breaks the silence.

The poetry of painted collarbones and scratched bleeding knees.

Tongues paired in the forest.

Under the Sun of the night. The Sun in winter is addictive. And at night like it is. To be in the forest and wait for a rain of sighs.

Face in the Sun with the dark circles of beautiful nights the mouths of tigers.

Writers talk to ghosts.

He breaks her waves on all his edges.