PennedbyWordsmith

If death is the only way,Then let me go in the name of love.

I was waiting for you desperately,So I could end the sleepless nights,Spending my time in front of an empty chair with candlelight,Missing those frequent silly fights,Holding onto our memories too tight. I felt that something wasn’t right,My emotions aren’t precise, like a rolled-out dice.You are as cold as ice.This love wasn’t meant to break,I had…

I want to grow old with her, so I can trace the wrinkles on her face and say, “My love for you still drives me insane.”

Day 1 I started pouring love. Day 380 I started pouring whiskey.

A woman is the rhythm in the poetry of life.Without her, it’s just another boring story.

You are the only one residing deep inside my soul.In my dreams, you always take a walk through my boulevard heart under the shades of love. Even stopping the rays for sun that wish to get a glimpse of you! You belong to me.

There is no big difference between love and lust:When she wants you to treat her as your wife in front of the whole world, but you’re only willing to do so behind closed doors.

She asked me to spell “gorgeous” for her.I said, “Sure, it’s Y-O-U.”

Even though you break my heart into pieces, I will still gather the fragments to stay alive—just so I can offer you my shoulder on your bad days.

We can’t stop ageingBut we can still kiss each other