“Even your broken smiles are contagious.”

Open your eyes to the bottomless sky that teases omnipresence and know that you are my beyond.

You danced the fine line between graceful and reckless and this is what I wake to wait for.

I spy a life on fire and taken for granted by me.

Needing leave clumsy me – spilling mustard on my sleeve as cover-up for all the talk of love.

You and your sea glass green kaleidoscope eyes have always been my kryptonite.

We’re outsiders- you and I- we could almost be brilliant.

I hope your lemonade tastes like young summers and old times.

Things will change – that’s the best and worst of it.

The world knew it couldn’t break you unless you listened to it talking shit thought and broke yourself.

I dream of you in constellations.

And there in the mirror staring into your shadows eyes red nosed and mascara freckled you’ll recognize yourself again.

Maybe we could begin entwined – not whole – but one again.

Your forever is always worth waiting for.

You make me feel the way Christmas did when I was a kid, I’d close my eyes look to the skies and magic became real.

I wish you the wildest of dreams.

Thank you for believing in me the way I used to.

Things aren’t right. If a burglar breaks into your home and you shoot him, he can sue you. For what, restraint of trade?

You have to grab life by the throat and squeeze before it grabs you by your neck and breaks it. Own your destiny.

Let’s just say I’m like a ship passing through storms, resting in ports now and then until it’s time to continue the journey. I once told a friend, `I’m just looking for an angel with a broken wing – one that couldn’t fly away.’

Losing her was plenty.

My heart beats for me, always has, but it waits for you.

I don’t play with a lot of finesse. I usually play like I’m breaking out of jail!

Sometimes, the people we invest the most time in disappoint us the most.

If it ain’t broke, you can probably still fix it.