“I don’t even have to read between my own line, the poetry speaks so loud and a little too clear.”

I know my worth it shouldn’t have to slap me in the face though.

Hug me from behind so we won’t have to stare the facts in the eye.

You deserve to be chosen undoubtedly over and over again not merely considered.

Your scent is one I want to know for the rest of my life.

Home is where the heart is, but my heart is with you and I’m not with it.

I fall asleep hugging myself tight, as I probably should.

Wake us from this seasonal slumber of sorts, it is time for us to finally bloom.

Falling asleep to them or waking up to them; twittering birds are a treasure either way.

I managed to cut myself loose and while there was pain – there weren’t any blood.

I’ll be a fool anywhere but never in love, I promise me that.

When your soul share the pain of theirs I would call it love.

She is not exactly wonder woman but nevertheless she is a woman full of wonders.

Forget about silly games about even sillier thrones. I know a game of love and I’m in it to win it.

I can’t tell you how much I hope that you are my forever person.

What pains me is that we are having a long distance relationship without a long distance.

Love is all about making room in a vessel that is already complete on its own.

True love ennobles and dignifies the material labors of life; and homely services rendered for love’s sake have in them a poetry that is immortal.

Poetry is life distilled.

You can’t write poetry on the computer.

Dance is the body’s poetry.

Poetry is the art of truth.

She’s made up of sweet tea and poetry.

Experiment is the only means of knowledge at our disposal. Everything else is poetry, imagination.

I started writing poetry when I was six. I had this teacher who didn’t believe the poems I’d bring in were mine because they were dark and sad. But I wrote about what I experienced in my childhood.