“People are in control of their choices and sad to say we are not chosen.”

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.

The words that appeared from my Ink where that could describe my love for you.

As my heart began to melt this is what your Emerald eyes do to me.

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

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

You’ll heal after this painful chapter.

I hope you could see how blind people see the world with their imaginations.

The question I love to get asked is: ‘What’s the hardest part of your job?’ And literally, the answer is probably real sad, but it’s to just to be me. Like, it’s really hard, because I think people, you know, have a set idea of what a pop star should be.

Everyone has sadness-I just get mine out in my music so that I can laugh and joke and flirt with you!

Love stories can be wild and sad little unkempt tales energetic and alive the only thing worth living for reality.

Never stop smiling not even when you’re sad, someone might fall in love with your smile.

Our life is a time in which sadness and joy kiss each other at every moment.

We had no choice. Sadness was a dangerous as panthers and bears. the wilderness needs your whole attention.

May God protect me from gloomy saints.

My spirit is sad – I carry the tears of my ancestors.