“Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.”

I write from my heart, perhaps that’s why my words often bleed.

I’ve lost count of my losses.

Fairytales are what you make of them.

I loved you with all my heart turns out a whole for some is barely apart.

The ‘kind’ in mankind. Show me that.

Nostalgia is a box of forget me nots.

In light of recent events can you tell me where to find the light?

I wonder if you’re thinking of me like I’m thinking of you.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.

Silence is a form of poetry.

The best way to be misunderstood is to care too much.

I’m tired of looking for love in people. I now get my fill from nature.

The loudest voices are often the ones that aren’t heard.

Nostalgia seems to haunt me these days I wonder if it’s old age or just a phase.

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I want to know the 2 am you because my love we all are different when we are at war under the sun.

It seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.

I’m a little bit different And I can’t always admit it, But honestly I’m okay With sticking out. I might do things backwards – Without getting the facts first, But I need you to love me without a doubt.

You were different a dangerous smile and kind heart I was enchanted from the first moment I met you I knew something had happened that would probably follow you through every forest even carrying the fear of getting lost.

The love hit so different when it’s genuine.

Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty.

Mind and soul of the man is entirely different from the body.

The way your inner-light glows is different compared to others. And that alone, makes you a million times more valuable.