“And in your city – you call me “home.””

I want your madness, only if you promise to be mad about me.

I love things that smell like fire and taste like fumes: you.

We both chased our dreams and our dreams chased us. Yet we forgot to chase each other.

He wears a smile as bright as the heaven he fell from.

He’s my red adrenaline sky, but I just prayer he never paints me blue.

Its always the quiet ones who love the loudest.

I turned us into poetry because this is how we remain.

You give me butterflies in a stomach full of moths.

She’s a architect – building castle out things that nearly destroyed her.

Darling, it’s okay to fall again; these bones of yours they already know how to mend.

Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.

And I cant deny – you’re the lesson I’m willing to love in this life.

He tells me “I miss you,” and I tell him “I miss myself too.”

That life you’re living – is it really yours?

I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

A beautiful city with incredible people. My thoughts are with you, Berlin.

With our eyes fixed on the future, but recognizing the realities of today, we will achieve our destiny to be as a shining city on a hill for all mankind to see.

For my city, for my family, for my friends, n for myself, all praises to God.

And one by one the nights between our separated cities are joined to the night that unites us.

By far the greatest and most admirable form of wisdom is that needed to plan and beautify cities and human communities.

Don’t let the wicked city get you down.

A single idea from the human mind can build cities. An idea can transform the world and rewrite all the rules.

A great city is that which has the greatest men and women.