The kind of man who'll break your heart rather than unmaking who you are!

That feeling of being with a new heart each time. But broken in the same way.

The more he showed her his heart, the less she saw his face.

Woke up with a weight that words can't hold anymore.

My heart like wild roses pressed between the pages of a dog eared book, unsure why something with so much beauty feels so crushed.

Handwritten letters make you realize how bad your writing is but how clean is your heart which still feeds hope.

Though words can't make us whole but sometimes a genuine "I'm here for you" can be the touch your heart is craving to feel when it's broken.

I write because I have a small heart that is bruised and abandoned and I want ways to love it more and more.

Paper thin heartbut so many words writtenon its exterior.