“even destructive things like our love were not built to last forever.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Nothing Lasts Forever, End, End Of Love
“The skin she wears may be made of calm / but her bones are made out of chaos.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Defining Her, My Favorites, Her
“We all have a room within us, in which we keep the things we have loved deeply, intensely, passionately, but lost forever. My room is full of you. Just you.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love, Missing You, Endless Love
“The thing with grief is, it never completely goes away, no matter how numb you are.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Grief, Pain
“She is the sea. She loves in floods, with the intensity of ten tempests. Or not at all.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love, How She Loves, Big Heart
“Sometimes it is a blessing to love something / so much more than you love yourself.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love, How She Loves, Big Heart
“If they cannot understand the wildness inside you, they will try to tame it and cage it. Find someone who appreciates the beauty of wild things like you.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love Yourself First, Strong, Independence
“You have turned your heart into a museum of people you've loved to keep them alive inside you.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love, How She Loves, Big Heart
“You are a dangerous collection of all my favourite things.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love, My Favorites, My Favorite Things
“Every morning the sun rises and you, like the plants covered in dew in your garden get a chance to start again.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, strength, Finding Your Voice, Finding Strength
“The earth has never stopped moving, growing, evolving for anyone and neither should you.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love Yourself First, Strong, Independence
“Be easy on your soul, it needs softness, it needs time, it needs patience.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Love Yourself First, Strong, Independence
“To be fully human fully kind and true is full of bruising. Because that is how things become soft.”Tagged: Your Soul Is A River, Poetry, Bruising, Bruises, Soft