“A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.”

You left me speechless I’m glad you did because I appreciate every minute of it.

What is art without the human touch before it all gets dark.

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

Everybody has their trials and tribulations it just depends on if you have motivation.

One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

You don’t have to be afraid it’s okay everything will graciously fall into place.

You revived me after my knees were weak, you kept going on towards another peak.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

The gods envy us. They envy us because we’re mortal, because any moment may be our last. Everything is more beautiful because we’re doomed. You will never be lovelier than you are now. We will never be here again.

I just remember really loving words and writing about anything I could, and the way I’d remember things, like my library card number, was to make a melody.

Anytime you’re with somebody, you become a reflection of that person. I believe the first five years of our relationship was me grooming her, getting her tough and getting her ready for all of this and how to deal with it. The last was just her being a strong Black woman who has her man’s back.

We’ve got no fairytale ending, in God’s hands our fate is complete. Your heaven’s here in my heart, our love’s this dust beneath my feet.

Death cannot touch the higher consciousness of man it can only separate those who love each other so far as their lower vehicles are concerned; the man living on earth, blinded by matter, feels separated from those who have passed onwards, but there is no such thing as Death at all.

Love is appreciating, complimenting, feeling gratitude, and speaking good words to others.

People say love is blind because they do not know what love is. I say unto you, only love has eyes; other than love, everything is blind.

I’ve always expressed my love for fashion through my music.