“This time I’ll be better for myself, at least for myself.”

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.

I still see you in my dreams, teasing my feelings and damaging my heart.

You’re rare, which some people don’t care, but I do.

What I love about tennis is that I’m better now than I was when I was 20.

I just gotta not suck; which is hard, considering exactly who I am.

In life you have a choice: Bitter or Better? Choose better, forget bitter.

Better times are coming.

I always think it’s better to be not taking drugs or drinking or anything. That’s not saying I’ve never done it because I have. But I sort of learned I think after a while there has been – it didn’t take me that long to realize that it wasn’t a good thing.

There is clearly much left to be done, and whatever else we are going to do, we had better get on with it.

Traditionally, the sample is always better than the stock you deliver to the store.

It’s better to be in the arena, getting stomped by the bull, than to be up in the stands or out in the parking lot.