“There is nothing like the four walls of your arms wrapping around me when a storm is near.”

Like broken clocks we lost our time you moved on but left me behind.

I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.

One day the waves will crash around me and take my soul to sea. For on that day death will surround me watching happily.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

I try my best to mean what I say. But it seems to be that my words are too big for my voice to speak.

I love you in a way I’ve never been able to love or be loved.

I hope happiness fills you until the shores that surround you overflow and wash away your pain.

I was damaged in your eyes you were damaged in mine. Funny how we found each other as all damaged people do.

Sometimes I sit and think about all of the things I’ve lost and I ask the universe why it takes good things from me.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

Come hold me like this earth holds the sky.

And when it rains think of me. Remember all the things we used to be.

Do we always love more in retrospect? Do we always regret more moving forward?

Never again will I hand deliver my heart to a man holding flowers when the thorns cut me deeper than the flowers ever made me happy.

We have a tendency to fall for broken things thinking we can fix them What if we just gathered all the pieces into our arms and loved them just as they are?

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

And maybe my arms have grown too tired to hold this but my eyes will never stop searching for miracles.

Just you and only you. You fit so perfectly in my arms, in my bed and between my legs.

In the world full of chaos, being in your arms is the only place where I can find peace.

She used to sleep listening to his heartbeat on his arm.

Whenever death may surprise us, let it be welcome if our battle cry has reached even one receptive ear and another hand reaches out to take up our arms.

These people are very unskilled in arms – with 50 men they could all be subjected and made to do all that one wished.