“She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.”

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

If pride wears us both our love will see no growth.

Rise like the morning sun and let the good be done.

Be kind to others for no reason be the sun in their rainy season.

Look at what our love has done, its seized the fire from the sun.

Let go of control let the joy unfold.

She grew flowers in his heart where once lay darkness.

When it’s meant for you, you won’t have to fight for it to stay.

No one can help you love yourself. The healing starts with you.

Water yourself with love so the seeds in you may grow.

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

There is no enemy more vicious than your own anger.

I hope you find someone who matches your passion and your efforts. Someone who is mentally and emotionally equipped enough to help build you back up in your time of need.

It’s tremendous what can happen when suddenly you make an emotional connection.

I think, being emotional is this thing that people think you’re not strong. They don’t look at you as a strong person, and it’s weird ‘cuz honestly being emotional has nothing to do with your strength.

I’m insane, I’m emotional, but I’d rather be that than a robot. So that’s definitely something that I wanted to get out there. Especially with Cry Baby’s story, because the album is about Cry Baby but I realized that me and her went through the same change.

As the fisherman depends upon the rivers, lakes and seas and the farmer upon the land for his existence, so does mankind in general depend upon the beauty of the world about him for his spiritual and emotional existence.

Mystery is an intellectual process. But suspense is essentially an emotional process.

Because I could not stop for death, He kindly stopped for me; The carriage held but just ourselves and immortality.