“I want you to know that I think of you often between dreams and wishes.”

We danced through the graveyard and between the ruins for the dead and broken sang to our souls.

I’ll wish for your love even after the stars fall out of the sky.

Returning to you was wholly wrong like an angel seeking comfort in the arms of everlasting darkness.

I wanted our flower to bloom, even through the lightening storm.

Kissing you felt like poetry.

Stars sought sanctuary in the darkness between us.

Secrets secrets secrets so many but none with you.

I wish to pass like time to fall away like yesterdays.

I loose a piece of my heart when we’re apart.

It felt as if the sky would collapse into itself when she was near, a beautifully destructive chaotic thing.

My little sunflower god, even the stars worshiped you.

I hope, The storms you encounter are ones only of soft thunder and light rain.

I loved poetry the moment it turned my pain into something beautiful.

We are just broken things pretending to be whole.

And when we hurt someone whose hurt us, do we call it coping or cruelty?

It’s nameless, this feeling between you and me.

If for the sake of a crowded audience you do wish to hold a lecture, your ambition is no laudable one, and at least avoid all citations from the poets, for to quote them argues feeble industry.

Method is more important than strength, when you wish to control your enemies.

I’ve had the joy of spending thousands of hours under the sea. I wish I could take people along to see what I see, and to know what I know.

Man can change his destiny-not by wishing for it, but by working for it.

I wish we could be 100% shielded from danger, but nothing is in life.

And I often said, I wish I could’ve had some of his patience. I know it would have worked for me many times.

I wish I could say I see my little brother more.

You are never given a wish without also being given the power to make it come true. You may have to work for it, however.