“Love, let go you’re holding on to things you no longer know – release.”

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

Love yourself, first.

There’s still magic in a heart that’s been broken.

As far as I know, he never asked where she had been or why she had left and she never told. I guess some stories do not need telling.

When the lamp is shattered The light in the dust lies dead – When the cloud is scattered The rainbow’s glory is shed.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

Sometimes the best way to say something is to say nothing at all.

The greater the silence, the greater meaning it carries. The greater crowded, the greater loneliness. The greater love, the greater pain.

All I wanted was to break your walls, all you wanted was to break me

One day, you’ll leave. And my heart will close like a weeping ipomoea never to open again.