“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.”

It will never be like the way it always was.

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.

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

Fragments of my love will live in you for eternity.

I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.

The time must come when, great and pressing as change and betterment may be, they do not involve killing and hurting people.

I am He who lives, and was dead, and behold, I am alive forevermore. Amen. And I have the keys of Hades and of Death.

The time must come when, great and pressing as change and betterment may be, they do not involve killing and hurting people.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

The time must come when, great and pressing as change and betterment may be, they do not involve killing and hurting people.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.

I hide my grief, just like the blessed birds hide themselves when they are preparing to die, my love.