Atticus Poetry, Love Her Wild: Poems Quotes

It's a lonelything, protecting a breakable heart

The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.

It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.

THE HARDESTSTEPWE ALL MUST TAKEIS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS

I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.

She walkedthrough her lifeheavyfrom themighty wingsupon her back.

EVERYTHINGWE LOVE ISWELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS

THE RIGHTPOEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO.—ATTICUS

LIFE IS A JOURNEYTO FIND THE PEOPLEWEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS

I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.

When it comes to love we are primates breaking stickswhile pointing to our hearts.

There’s too much risk in loving, ’the young boy said, ‘no, ’said the old man, ‘there’s too much risk in not.

As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.

Time is all we have and don’t.

Chase your stars fool, life is short.

I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.

A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS

I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.

She was everything real in a world of make-believe.

She wore his love like a loaded gun.

Break my heart and you will find yourself inside.

Adventure runs on all sorts of whiskey.

My atoms love you atoms, it’s chemistry.

Songs live longer than kingdoms.

Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.

You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.

She was not for everyone but she was for me.

It was her chaos that made her beautiful.

She wore the moonlight like lingerie.

She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.

What good are wings without the courage to fly?

Come, my darling, it is never too late to begin our love again.

She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.

I just need you and some sunsets.

LOVE COULD BE LABLEDPOISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.

I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.

We humans are so tortured by not properly guessing what will make us happy.

And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.

She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.

Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.

True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.

There will alwaysa glimmer in thosewho have been through the dark.

We are all born free and spend a lifetime becoming slaves to our own false truths.

Art takes time—Monet grew his gardensbefore he painted them.

That was her magic— she could still see the sunseteven on those darkest days.

We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.

I will follow you, my love, to the edge of all our days, to our very last tomorrows.

Our songslive longer thanour kingdoms.

From the moment I saw her I knew this onewas worththebroken heart.

Depression is being colorblind and constantly told how colorful the world is.