“The butterflies in my stomach were devouring my organs. The feeling wasn’t mutual.”

I had something on my chest and my heart couldn’t hold it any longer – the reason I started writing poetry.

Don’t be shy my love come close not with body but with raw emotion.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

I’ll accept your love with April showers on any given day. Our love is not just for one season.

Everything is attainable, first in the mind. Think differently and you will grow differently.

Love is just going until love is gone gone gone. But love will come back there’s no doubt about that.

Delve deeper into your dreams to capture the visualized, yet unseen.

Be brave, be bold, beware that you must believe before becoming.

He wants to wine and dine you, but sis what’s his soul like?

Facing reality doesn’t mean we stop dreaming. We just start turning our dreams into reality.

Defiling flesh in hope to see divine created by sin we are gods work.

This is war, but we can’t attack just keep your distance.

I’m hoping you find your passion, a calling that matters.

Without you love would only be something I dreamed of.

The end of great beginnings is to disregard the cognisance.

Before human we are spirit, why do you only see my face?

Your body will never be familiar.

The body is the instrument of our hold on the world.

A room without books is like a body without a soul.

Modern woman is everywhere permitted to regard her body as capital for exploitation.

Diseases of the soul are more dangerous and more numerous than those of the body.

The body is not a thing, it is a situation: it is our grasp on the world and our sketch of our project.

You said something very true the other day: that for us, nudity begins with the face.

Battles are decided more by the morale of the troops than by their bodily strength.