“There is nothing like the four walls of your arms wrapping around me when a storm is near.”

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.

I haven’t cried in a while it feels like my tears have dried. But I miss you more than my eyes could ever cry.

I try my best to mean what I say. But it seems to be that my words are too big for my voice to speak.

I love you in a way I’ve never been able to love or be loved.

I hope happiness fills you until the shores that surround you overflow and wash away your pain.

I was damaged in your eyes you were damaged in mine. Funny how we found each other as all damaged people do.

Sometimes I sit and think about all of the things I’ve lost and I ask the universe why it takes good things from me.

I’m an actor to your floating palace, me in my truest form would drown you.

Come hold me like this earth holds the sky.

And when it rains think of me. Remember all the things we used to be.

There were times, though, when the women came together on a partisan basis. [When we stopped] the privatization of Social Security during George Bush, we linked arms.

If all else fails, we will simply have to drug our attendants, overpower the guards, raise the oppressed peasants to arms, and take over the government.

I did my time in the jail of your arms.

It behooves a prudent person to make trial of everything before arms.

In my opinion it is less shameful for a king to be overcome by force of arms than by bribery.

Why do strong arms fatigue themselves with frivolous dumbbells? To dig a vineyard is worthier exercise for men.

Don’t try to fix me, just wrap your arms around my broken and love my pieces.

Let it go, just let it go, but if I set down that weight what will show my arms they are strong?