“Everyday healing has a different face. Sometimes familiar. Sometimes a stranger.”

I’m dancing on the edge of throwing it all away.

Your smile is a delicacy.

No one told me how hard it was going to be to find myself.

The tip of my tongue is a tireless sword that I defend your name with.

I adore all of these stolen moments with you.

You started forest fires beneath my skin.

The love I have for you burns faster than a forest fire.

Does fully moving on actually exist? So far, I haven’t found it.

I want a man willing to hike mountains for me.

You can’t put love in a locked box, it’s not a stagnant thing.

Let the music fill the empty patches of your soul. And heal you.

You are the sand that doesn’t stick when I am dry and sad.

I am the shore and you are the tide. We come together only to get pulled in opposite directions.

You’re good at telling me lies laced with honesty.

Dear love, I’m starting to wonder where you are. I’m starting to wonder if you’ll ever find me.

You took the light parts of me and turned them dark.

Happy World Poetry Day: ‘The American identity has never been a singular one and the voices of poets invariably sing, in addition to their own, the voices of those around them.

Valentines Day itself, like most holidays in the modern era, has been heavily influenced by commercialism that focuses on the appeal of romantic fantasies.

What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.

The trouble with retirement is that you never get a day off.

Wicked people will on the day of judgment see all there is to see of Jesus Christ, except His beauty and loveliness

The only fear I have is that I will wake up one day and nobody will allow me to do films. This is a fear every actor has.

Рow can we be, even if it is the last day on earth? It’s like Christmas Eve. “Okay, it’s going to be Christmas.

The job facing American voter in the days and years to come is to determine which hearts, minds and souls command those qualities best suited to unify a country rather than further divide it,