“She is the moon covered in the dress of stars.”

Sad birds still sing.

Her eyes are my favorite book to read.

I miss the love I used to see in her eyes.

On my silent days, I miss you a little louder.

Come back. These broken pieces couldn’t beat anymore.

She used to sleep listening to his heartbeat on his arm.

Let me take you to the moon, where only you can feel is love.

Her image flickered all night in my tear-filled eyes.

Her memories cripple me at night.

You left my heart drowning in the sea of loneliness.

All I need is her lap to rest and her smile to gaze.

My streets are missing your visits.

The traces of her memories are still left behind.

And I feel for you like the raindrops on the ground.

I love smelling her scent on my pillows.

My shirt still holds her fragrance.

Real loss is only possible when you love something more than you love yourself.

Two rights don’t equal a left.

The funniest people are the saddest ones.

Only the dead have seen the end of war.

Be polite to all, but intimate with few.

All water has a perfect memory and is forever trying to get back to where it was.

Those who cry the loudest are not always the ones who are hurt the most.

The opinion of the world does not affect me. I have placed as the real values in my life what follows when I am dead.