I LIVE MY LIFESO HAPPILY IN CRAZY WITH HER.
~ Atticus Poetry
She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.
Poetry, is a life long war wagedagainst ineffable beauty.
There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.
I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.
She had just enough madness to make her interesting
Watch carefully the magic that occurswhen you give a person enough comfort to just be themselves.
Love her but leave her wild
It was her chaos that made her beautiful.
I aspire to be an old man with an old wife laughing at old jokes from a wild youth.
A sky full of starsand he was staring at her. —ATTICUS
I WANT TO BE WITH SOMEONE WHO DREAMS OF DOING EVERYTHING IN LIFEAND NOTHING ON RAINY SUNDAY AFTERNOONS.
Chase your stars fool, life is short.
Time is all we have and don’t.
As he took her handhe gave herall she had beenwaiting for--a shiverdown her spine.
There’s too much risk in loving,’the young boy said,‘no,’said the old man,‘there’s too much risk in not.
When it comes to love we are primates breaking stickswhile pointing to our hearts.
It's a lonelything, protecting a breakable heart
LIFE IS A JOURNEYTO FIND THE PEOPLEWEIRD LIKE YOU. —ATTICUS
THE RIGHTPOEM FINDS US EXACTLY WHEN IT NEEDS TO.—ATTICUS
EVERYTHINGWE LOVE ISWELL ARRANGED DUST. - ATTICUS
Words ,will ,scratch ,more ,hearts ,than ,swords.
She walkedthrough her lifeheavyfrom themighty wingsupon her back.
I have seen your darkest nights and brightest days and I want you to knowthat I will be here forever loving you in dusk.
THE HARDESTSTEPWE ALL MUST TAKEIS TO BLINDLY TRUST IN WHO WE ARE. - ATTICUS
It was never the way she lookedalways the way she wasI would have fallen in love with her with my eyes closed.
The beautiful thing about young love is the truth in our hearts that it will last forever.
I let her gobecause I knew she could do betterand now she's goneI wonderif I should've just been better.
I’ll let you into my heart but wipe your feet at the door.
LOVE COULD BE LABLEDPOISON AND WE’D DRINK IT ANYWAYS.
I just need you and some sunsets.
She was another broken doll dreaming of a boy with glue.
Come, my darling,it is never too late to begin our love again.
What good are wings without the courage to fly?
She conquered her demons and wore her scars like wings.
She wore the moonlight like lingerie.
She was everything real in a world of make-believe.
She was not for everyone but she was for me.
You deserve to be the person you were meant to be.
Thinking of you is a poison I drink often.