I sold my soul to a traveling caravan 
And there my heart did play.

Sitting in a harp 
Waiting for a trap 
To make love fall its way.

Love is a word 
Which sparks these hurts 
From this fallen day.

I wish 
I had something 
To make love fall this way

Love is sticky, for we all know it true
Some days you just have to sit back,
And wait for love to find you.


Only You


“Your salary is not love and your word is not love. Your clothes are not love and holding hands is not love. Sex is not love and a kiss is not love. Long letters are not love and a text is not love. Flowers are not love and a box of chocolates is not love. Sunsets are not love and photographs are not love. The stars are not love and a beach under the moonlight is not love. The smell of someone else on your pillow is not love and the feeling of their skin touching your skin is not love. Heart-shaped candy is not love and an overseas holiday is not love. The truth is not love and winning an argument is not love. Warm coffee isn’t love and cheap cards bought from stores are not love. Tears are not love and laughter is not love. A head on a shoulder is not love and messages written at the front of books given as gifts are not love. Apathy is not love and numbness is not love. A pain in your chest is not love and clenching your fist is not love. Rain is not love.

Only you. Only you, are love.” 
~pleasefindthis, I Wrote This For You

My Darling


“My darling, you can’t see it,

can you? How like the moon

you are . Both of you so timid

in yourselves; hiding pieces

from the world. Then, there

are those rare moments when

you both are full, and it

becomes hard to look away.

You are beautiful.

-Alexandria Drzewiecki