“The contradiction of my lips so cold outside so warm within.”

Love and devotion are different words for a reason.

We dream of roses and grow like weeds.

My heart keeps room for you always even when you can’t be here.

Somehow you’d had your mermaids never smell like fish.

Spring into summer from pale green to emerald unfurling with grace.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Love was learning to read your vulnerability like a foreign language.

We don’t always have to see eye to eye when we are meeting soul to soul.

It is an act of courage every time you create. Stay brave.

We would look with scorn at witch mothers who build towers but not at princes who lust after caged women.

Somehow even in the dark, you can always turn to catch my kisses.

Love is not a net to catch others with.

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

In hard times stay soft.

What does a caged bird know about freedom?

Lisp isn’t a language, it’s a building material.

My lips have been silenced for so long, my own voice feels like a stranger.

Better is the poor that walketh in his integrity, than he that is perverse in his lips, and is a fool.

I’m out there doing the best that I can, My lip is cut and I’m still playing.

To open his lips is crime in a plain citizen.

The lips of the wise are as the doors of a cabinet; no sooner are they opened, but treasures are poured out before thee.

And if kisses in these words could travel too, Madam, you’d read this letter with your lips.

A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.