“I love you but your eyes didn’t see my worth”

It’s good to be loved without being left Behind.

There are some things that are meant to have and not just meant to keep.

Books and poetries. These are things I have always loved to write and share with you.

In my poems we made memories.

She, three single lettered word yet still, my heart’s deepest wound.

Her heart is like poetry a modern poetry only understood by some and accepted by few.

She is still healing in a quiet way.

In his eyes she was both poetry and prose.

Her eyes made me feel better.

I’m a poet, a sad poet, who wrote about her, always and forever.

The quiet hearts speaks the loudest prayer, hoping someone would hear.

Some of the magical moments in our life are from the smallest moments.

There were things that he wanted to write on paper, about everything he couldn’t tell her.

Sometimes, we express our words through writing, even though it needs to be spoken.

Losing her was plenty.

No matter what I do I’m still not the best writer for you.

The last time I checked, the only difference between my gay friends and I is who we choose to love. I’m not sure how that warrants a loss of rights, but it needs to stop. What ever happened to liberty and justice for all?

To love God is to love His will. It is to wait quietly for life to be measured by One who knows us through and through. It is to be content with His timing and His wise appointment.

Love is many things. But your love is my favorite.

I love playing a smart, ambitious, talented woman. Who doesn’t? That’s really fun for me.

I knew he could be my North Star when he made me feel something after being numb for so long.

Love me madly, quietly, wildly.

I love to sing, and I love to talk to people at meet-and-greets.

Love is a power too strong to be overcome by anything but flight.