“Wanting you is killing me.”

You are summer to my winter heart.

But water doesn’t mix with fire and I am both.

It’s heavy isn’t it but you are stronger for it.

Let go of the weight of the world, It’s not yours to hold.

I fall in love with eyes because they cannot hide, even the most cunning of lies.

I breathe you in and I can’t help but exhale love.

Sometimes the world buries me but flowers can grow only from beneath.

Kiss me Its been so long since I have seen the stars.

Find a tender heart and be prepared for a lifetime of love.

I owe fate a thank you for giving me you.

There is so much strength in being fragile.

She feels invisible but she doesn’t know her light is binding.

Light can always be found in love.

I have never held onto anything as tight as I have you.

She often felt alone but her solitude was the reason she had grown.

Your soft heart is a blessing not a curse.

Resentment is like drinking poison and then hoping it will kill your enemies.

My mother would kill me if I posed nude! My mother raised me with certain standards.

My only wish is I die real cause that truth hurts and those lies kill.

If it can bleed, we can kill it.

The most important thing you do everyday you live is deciding not to kill yourself.

If a mother can kill her own child – what is left for me to kill you and you to kill me – there is nothing between.

The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.

If someone with multiple personalities threatens to kill himself, is it considered a hostage situation?