“When I had lost my mind maybe that was the most peaceful place I have ever been.”

I’ve been living with this fear that if my eyes start to tear, they will be drowning me.

He didn’t appreciate my light until he knew how dark it can get after the sun has set.

I want you to know I won’t let you hold me until you promise me you’ll never let me go.

Lips taste as honey eyes shine like stars hearts filled with fire.

I did everything I could to drag you into the light and you left me behind with nothing but darkness.

Her eyes showed him how old her wild soul is her bright smile showed how young her heart is.

I use ink to bleed and words to heal it’s all I ever need to let my heart feel.

Your eyes looking into mine are like fuel to fire.

I don’t live to love but when I love it is for life.

I can’t find my way back to my heart through all these clouds in my head.

This armor I wear so long gets too heavy. This sword I’m clinging to is burdening. I’m so tired of fighting. I just want peace of mind and a safe place for my heart

Please keep in mind it’s always darkest just before dawn.

I had to leave you to find me I had to lose you to love me.

I learned to play with the monsters under my bed. I gave angel wings to the demons in my head. I asked the voices in my mind to sing sweet lullabies and finally, I found the love and fire in my own eyes.

I don’t care where we are going my only destination is by your side.

Don’t just give me butterflies I will never settle for less than a love that’s passionate and wild I need you to set my heart on fire I want you to set my soul ablaze.

For those who may be hurting over lost love: Don’t cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

Things are sweeter when they’re lost. I know–because once I wanted something and got it. It was the only thing I ever wanted badly, Dot, and when I got it it turned to dust in my hand.

After losing everything, I went on a quest to find out how money really works, how I could get control of it, and how I could have confidence in handling it.

This is the test of your manhood: How much is there left in you after you have lost everything outside of yourself?

There can be no failure to a man who has not lost his courage, his character, his self respect, or his self-confidence. He is still a King.

Finding inner peace is a lost art for with every breath and sigh new stimuli comes and leaves us in a pool of racing thoughts and worries.

Lost in a conversation is something I can never feel with you. For I’ve never felt more found than when speaking to you.

In an age so connected why do I feel so far apart?