“You remind me of the stars in the sky Because I don’t ever want to stop looking at sky And I don’t ever want to stop looking at you You’ve captivated my mind my heart and my soul the flowers from previous woes have now grown into beautiful roses as beautiful as it seems I’m finding it hard to breathe because reality has hit me and I know I can never call you one word, mine.”
— biancandthebeanstalk, every rose has its thorn (via wnq-writers)
A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman, but a beautiful woman with a brain is an absolutely lethal combination.
I only
dream of your ankles brushed by dark violets,
of honeybees above you
murmuring into a crown.
Always wear your mind like a crown, it’s the greatest weapon.
“Lakes of red roses, here, in the snow;”
—
Émile Verhaeren, from The Evenings: Poems; “Fatal Flower,” c. 1887
(via violentwavesofemotion)
“Brown eyes that loved without a trace of fear,”
— Jean Toomer, from Cane: Poems; “November Cotton Flower,” wr. c. 1923
She is passion embodied, a flower of melodrama in eternal bloom.
Just living is not enough,“ said the butterfly, “one must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.
Write her a letter, send her a flower, love only gets old if you let it.
William Chapman
