“Poetry is a silent revolution.”

Some choices are destined to be mistakes.

Sometimes scars run deeper than wounds ever did.

How simple tomorrow seems when there is nothing worth remembering (about yesterday).

A simple love can be deeper than any ocean.

If you truly love someone, you’ll never get tired of meeting his soul all over again for the first time.

We feel so much and remember so little.

Sometimes forever is kept in a heartbeat of a second.

No love defines us as much as the losses we have made in its name.

Changes are important they are like the rain who washes away dead flowers to make space for new ones.

Sometimes I only fall in love with the moment itself not the people or places in it.

To know why you fell in love will never bring you back up.

To set free my ideas while the world was still building a cage was the biggest mistake I’ve ever made.

The only mistake about love is that life can’t remember it and the heart won’t find it.

My soul will forever be a home for your heart in a world of temporary love.

Love will leave you at some point but how it left will always stay.

Don’t let the scars on your heart define the way you love.

That’s poetic in its malevolence.

Words build bridges into unexplored regions.

As the last cold drops of rain splattered across my face; I watched the dark, ominous clouds fade away; undressing an amalgam of exquisite colors. My soul blushed. The rainbow was warm, beautiful, and poetic. Like a love letter from god.

He says your poems whisper too loudly of ugly truths. He forgets he authors the endings.

Let’s make the world wait while we write poetry and talk about love.

They built many monuments for their love, I wrote a lot of poetry for my love.

Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.