Acceptance There are things I miss that I shouldn't, and those I don't that I should. Sometimes we want what we couldn't— sometimes we love who we could.
Here are the things I want for you - I want you to be happy. I want someone else to know the warmth of your smile, to feel the way I did when I was in your presence. I want you to know how happy you once made me and though you really did hurt me, in ...
Regrets Timing is irrelevant when two people are meant for each other. It's what I once believed. But we met during a time when I was such a mess, when I still had so much to figure out. How could I have known how crucial every word, every action was...
If any person claims to have loved twice in all their life — they have not loved at all.
Time You were the one I wanted most to stay. But time could not be kept at bay. The more it goes, the more it's gone— the more it takes away.
Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all?
Without a doubt, I must read, all the books I've read about. See the artworks hung on hooks, that I have only, seen in books.
Saving You The darkness takes him over, the sickness pulls him in; his eyes—a blown out candle, I wish to go with him. Sometimes I see a flicker— a light that shone from them; I hold him to me tightly, before he's gone again.
What was it like to lose him?" Asked Sorrow. There was a long pause before I responded: It was like hearing every goodbye ever said to me— said all at once.
Shrinking in a corner, pressed into the wall; do they know I'm present, am I here at all? Is there a written rule book, that tells you how to be— all the right things to talk about— that everyone has but me? Slowly I am withering— a flowered de...
You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.
Before I fell in love with words, with setting skies and singing birds - it was you I fell in love with first.
Do you know what it is like, to lie in bed awake; with thoughts to haunt you every night, of all your past mistakes. Knowing sleep will set it right - if you were not to wake.
She lends her pen, to thoughts of him, that flow from it, in her solitary. For she is his poet, And he is her poetry.
I don't think all writers are sad, she said. I think it's the other way around— all sad people write.
Xs and Os Love is a game of tic-tac-toe, constantly waiting, for the next x or o.
The scatterbrain, is a little like, the patter of rain. Neither here, nor there, but everywhere.
In a sea of strangers, you've longed to know me. Your life spent sailing to my shores.
The Wanderer What is she like? I was told— she is a melancholy soul. She is like the sun to the night; a momentary gold. A star when dimmed by dawning light; the flicker of a candle blown. A lonely kite lost in flight— someone once had flown.
AGE DIFFERENCE What if I told you that one day you will meet a girl who is unlike anyone else you've known. She will know all the right things to say, what makes you laugh, what turns you on, what drives you wild and best of all, you will do for her ...
