“I never knew someone could be both the peace as well as the war within me.”

You shouldn’t break apart from loving someone. Love is meant to heal – not destroy us.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

My arms grieve a love that took shape in the form of you.

There is no love affair held in these hands. I am reminded of this time and again.

Rest your lips close to mine, lets seal forever with a kiss.

I was patient but your love was never kind.

I am a constant work in progress there is no timeframe for my healing.

My arms ache to hold you how my heart already does.

I managed to build myself up only for you to knock me back down again.

The more that I learn I have found poetry to be less about love and more about survival.

I didn’t look to many for love I only ever wanted yours.

To be loved by a poet is to find love hidden in between the lines of many things.

He wraps me in seduction by penetrating my mind.

How can I let you go when my heart rests so peacefully in your arms.

It didn’t kill me when you left still, something within me died.

She’s the type of woman who will nurture your every need. The kind that once you enter you will never want to leave.

Peace We passed their graves: The dead men there, Winners or losers, Did not care. In the dark They could not see Who had gained The victory.

If you have inner peace, nobody can force you to be a slave to the outer reality.

No price is too great to pay for inner peace.

What I’m not confused about is the world needing much more love, no hate, no prejudice, no bigotry and more unity, peace and understanding. Period.

Peace is the result of retraining your mind to process life as it is, rather than as you think it should be.

Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.

Under the magnetism of friendship the modest man becomes bold; the shy, confident; the lazy, active; and the impetuous, prudent and peaceful.

Where there is a lack of rest, there is an abundance of stress.