“Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.”

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Misery loves company, perhaps I’m misery myself, wishing for someone to sit beside me and distract me from myself.

The adult heart beats differently.

Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.

And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.

I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.

I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.

It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.

You are the color amidst the grey.

Fragments of my love will live in you for eternity.

Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.

Free will exist only in a confused mind.

Who could ever think that not believing in myself was freedom.

I’m the type of person who, if somebody offers me a free meal, I get excited because you never know where your next free meal is going to come from.

To be free is not necessarily to be wise. Wisdom comes with counsel, with the frank and free conference of untrammeled men united in the common interest.

Kids should speak to each other. They’re horrid to each other online, they bully each other – they should shut up and stop it. The problem with social media is there is too much freedom. It’s too much, too young.

Our government conceived in freedom and purchased with blood can be preserved only by constant vigilance.

Men and women with freed minds may often be mistaken, but they are seldom fooled. They may be influenced, but they cannot be intimidated. They may be perplexed, but they will never be lost.

I would rather belong to a poor nation that was free than to a rich nation that had ceased to be in love with liberty.