“A memory is a star or a stain.”

I’m throwing away all of my masks now to only wear my soul.

You showed me that true love exists.

Before you share love store some for yourself.

Love comes as a gift.

Accept the darkness before you expect the sun to shine.

There is sun after rain and love after pain.

Her heart rains inside but she smiles outside.

Be like the moon don’t show your full heart everyday.

And even without you the sun shines and the moon smiles.

I wrapped my heart in steel, but you still managed to break it.

Sometimes our heart chooses lovers that make us suffer.

The darkness in her heart, is tearing her apart.

Sleeping is hard when your heart is sad.

Self respect is proving to them that you can survive without them.

She found the colors to paint him where the world had left him grey.

We all eat lies when are hearts are hungry.

I never get hung up on the past – the memories are too negative.

With the newspaper strike on, I wouldn’t consider dying.

Sometimes I remember the darkness of my past, bringing back these memories I wish I didn’t have.

Memories consume, like opening the wound, I’m picking me apart again. You all assume, I’m safe here in my room, unless I try to start again.

And when you’re feeling empty, keep me memory, and leave out all the rest, leave out all the rest.

The greatest legacy we can leave our children is happy memories.

Of all the places I visit, the past is still my favorite.

An education isn’t how much you have committed to memory, or even how much you know. It’s being able to differentiate between what you do know and what you don’t.