“We fell in love because we were both summer souls.”

He was the hope that died with the last day of summer.

The open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.

It’s january, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.

Silent lips speak the deepest truths.

Nights were made for broken hearts.

We always live for the summer until we don’t live it at all.

I lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.

I live in the imaginary wild and its soft as summer.

Sometimes getting lost is just the right direction.

Today, she decided to sparkle. And so she did.

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I thought that we were getting somewhere, but we’re still nowhere at all. I watch your tail lights fading, I try but a tear won’t fall.

The key is falling in love with something, anything. If your heart’s attached to it, then your mind will be attached to it.

I definitely fall in love quickly, and I’m very in love with being in love. But it is hard for me to write about love.

Your only gain is to try to get me to fall down to your level. Man, you worser than devils.

When you fall in love with love itself, you fall in love with everything else.

If the human being is a proud and honorable creature, he shouldn’t forget to act that way, even if he falls, even if the whole world is against him, even if he ends as a slave.

If the human being is a proud and honorable creature, he shouldn’t forget to act that way, even if he falls, even if the whole world is against him, even if he ends as a slave.

If the human being is a proud and honorable creature, he shouldn’t forget to act that way, even if he falls, even if the whole world is against him, even if he ends as a slave.