“I fell into you first slowly, then all at once never to recover.”

There are ocean waves inside these veins – constantly pulling me to you.

Your heart is my shelter, my handmade forever home.

I take a piece of you with me everywhere I go, so my soul never feels alone, and my heart always feels at home.

Peaceful dreams find me pull me from reality in their arms I land.

Grace is found flourishing beneath skin blooming from each scar.

I am the moments and memories from the past tied up with good intentions and mistakes from the future.

Growth is no longer seeking acceptance from those who cannot give it to themselves.

If you want to see the world as it should be, read poetry.

I fell for you dissolved like sugar in tea – completely.

I was quiet, yes but I heard all you never said, your silence read.

When I met my darkness clouds | swirled the night sky | refracted light danced in the wild eyes | freedom came for me.

I don’t want the world but I want you in mine.

I will remain soft in a world marked by hardness.

You were waiting for the sunset while I was longing for the moonrise.

If hearts are our homes, why do we let others break windows and throw stones?

Whole, loved and worthy just as you are.

So I’m putting my defenses up, cause I don’t wanna fall in love. If I ever did that. I think I’d have a heart attack.

When workers fall back on violence, they are lost. Oh, they might win some of their demands and might end a strike a little earlier, but they give up their imagination, their creativity, their will to work hard and to suffer for what they believe is right.

I just remember falling in love with the old Chris Brown music, where it was, like, that real R&B, and I love the radio smashes he’s put out since then, but I go back to his older music for that R&B.

I know I’ll never trust a single thing you say. You knew your lies would divide us, but you lied anyway. And all the lies have got you floating up above us all. But what goes up has got to fall

I tried so hard, and got so far, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter. I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter.

People love to see people fall.

What goes up will surely fall and I’m counting down the time.

I fall in love with everything I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.