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

You feel like the moonlight, mysteriously dark its blinding.

Poetry, music, and silence.

I’ve chased after sunsets too many times to know how precious time is.

You complete me.

Do not tell me how to feel just because you can’t understand.

Sometimes I get my youth confused with age.

Give me love and I’ll show you unconditional.

I miss you even in my dreams.

Love, if true, stays when all else is gone.

Regret is a time travel in a world where time only moves forward.

Can I write you into existence?

He is a friend. A different kind of lover.

The ‘almost’ kinda love never makes it.

Silence is the best storyteller.

I am a wildflower disguised as a flame. It’ll be fun to watch you underestimate me.

When you least expect it, death creeps in and reminds you of life.

If we followed our hearts more often, we would travel much farther.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

He speaks to me with his heart. and my heart cannot help but listen.

There is nothing more powerful than the prayer of a woman with a good heart.

Follow the path that forces your soul to glow and your heart to shine through your eyes.

Discovering more joy does not, save us from the inevitability of hardship and heartbreak.