“On bitter autumn nights your name lies at the tip of my tongue, as silent memories of us come to haunt me.”

You deserve the greatest love.

The glow from the southern sun lit up her face like a goddess divine.

What I Thought was love, was really just lust-electrical chemistry, no emotional availability.

Hold my heart please, take this burden off me- the heavy hearts club.

You burned through my heart, leaving scars I thought was love. But when the smoke cleared all you left was charred destruction.

I have a heart of fire and you are afraid of getting burned.

My heart of flame could turn even your lead core into gold.

Why do I keep thinking, writing, dreaming of you? You don’t deserve to be my muse.

The longing for what should have been is what breaks my heart, over again.

I thought I had a second chance at loving you, but really it was just another lesson at letting go.

How incredible it is that everything led me to you.

My words, the ink, on this page they’re all for you.

I used to think my heart was made of glass the way it was so easy for you to shatter it.

You are allowed to feel the way you feel.

I’ve got a wandering heart that yearns for the people and places I haven’t met yet.

It took me a long time but I finally met people who made me stop craving you.

Autumn can be glorious but menacing too – the long shadows, brisk winds, scurrying leaves, impending frost.

The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.

Let love cover me, just like the leaves on pavements like blankets in fall.

On a bare branch a crow is perched – autumn evening.

When I speak My lips feel cold – The autumn wind.

Sadly, I part from you; Like a clam torn from its shell, I go, and autumn too.

An autumn night – don’t think your life didn’t matter.

This autumn- why am I growing old? bird disappearing among clouds.