“The outer part of me so cold like an armor impenetrable. The words you throw at me ricochet and hit you in the heart.”

Late at night I’m awake thinking. I’m afraid of what I’d do to be able to taste you again.

I’d rather be shot by a bullet than to be cut by your words. I’ll die cold on the pavement before I lie in the casket of your assurances.

I will be more than I was yesterday, even if that means I can’t take you with me.

I got what I wanted then I threw it away why do I mess up the only things that want to stay.

A smile made of promises and a heart made of broken chains. She was a beautiful contradiction.

I found peace in my loneliness. I found solace in the quiet. I found love in my reflection.

And as you left my heart cried out then suddenly I was thankful that the cries of the heart can only be felt and not heard.

I want you to love me for me so that all my flaws stitch together and make me whole.

And when she stopped letting him steal her light she shined brighter than every star in the night sky.

Standing alone on the edge wondering if anyone could ache as much as I do.

Words are so powerful treat them as weapons. You say you love someone expect a war.

Like broken clocks we lost our time you moved on but left me behind.

I am not lost I am simply wandering finding my own path creating my own future.

The real damage isn’t something you can touch, its not something you can see. The real damage is in the way I walk its in the way I speak.

One day the waves will crash around me and take my soul to sea. For on that day death will surround me watching happily.

I opened up to you like a butterfly in the spring but you rained on me and broke my wings.

The Yankees have strict rules. You can have a mustache but no other facial hair.

My general thing is, if you feel cute in your outfit, then your outfit is cute.

Everyone’s showing their thong out the back of their jeans. But you shouldn’t wear any. You get a better line if you wear no knickers.

Pictures aren’t made out of doctrines. Since the appearance of impressionism, the official salons, which used to be brown, have become blue, green, and red…But peppermint or chocolate, they are still confections.

I don’t want to be made to look like I’m 25. I’m 39. I don’t have any issues with my age.

Don’t worry about looking good – worry about achieving your goals.

As I’ve gotten older, I like longer dresses, but my legs come up to my ears, and I’m not very tall, so when I wear a short skirt,I’ve got to be really conscious.

If the world really looks like that I will paint no more!