“You are like spring gone too soon but keeps me dreaming.”

God has defended you in battles you never even knew about.

Sometimes it isn’t always meant to be love, Sometimes it is meant to be a lesson.

The thing about a woman is she can become a queen or she can become a servant based on how she is treated by the person she loves.

Sometimes, we must take risks, don’t lie awake one day when you are 80 year old wondering what if…

Sometimes living is easy and sometimes you lie awake at night and ask your tired heart please survive one more day.

Before holding a grudge against someone for not taking your side, think about why you haven’t been able to bring them to your side.”

A woman came from a man’s rib Not from his feet to be below him Not from his head to be above him But from his side to be equal to him From his heart to be loved by him.

She was a open book, what a shame it was that most men were illiterate.

When we search for what we want Why do we always forget What we have?

You aren’t too much, I promise you this. Sometimes they just aren’t enough.

You should only ever build a house with someone who’s love is as strong as each nail.

A tear once lost returns but a love once lost is lost forever.

Miracles don’t exist it’s just the good deeds that pile up, the warm smiles and love. Eventually all of it overflows and creates what appears to be a miracle.

They all land softly… The breeze through the willow The rain in the forest The tears on my pillow.

Be mindful of dreams they make the numb feel again and the broken love again.

Somedays she knows love other days, heartache but each day she is strong.

It’s always been hard for me to walk away from people I love when I’ve grown to become reliant on even some of their most harmful traits.

I will always love the worst of you.

Please don’t let me sleep. I’ll only dream of her.

The moving finger writes; and having writ, moves on.

It is better to break off a thousand friendships, than to endure the sight of a single enemy.

But I am just a poet who makes art out of broken people.

If a preacher is not first preaching to himself, better that he falls on the steps of the pulpit and breaks his neck than preaches that sermon.

I long for connection but speak only with your reflection.