“Careful darling, if the angel in her knows to heal you, the demon in her knows to kill you too.”

Flowers only wither to bloom again. So shall you break, only to be whole again.

The wars you create, will be fought by your children, for the people already dead.

I will calm my heart with time and turn us into memories.

Stars must be fed up of hearing your name every time they fall.

Someday your pen will write a revolution. Until then, write your pain.

What a waste of scar if it doesn’t remind you of strength.

So many people around you, none like you.

More you are hurt, more you have the power to heal others.

Forget soulmate, just find someone who makes you happy.

Too many goodbyes. This girl has mastered the art of letting go.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

And when i left, i left behind bit of heart, soul & love.

Some hearts are as fragile as paper, in a world where everyone breathes fire.

You taste love once & exhale destruction forever.

He clearly was a destruction and i named him love.

Sometimes, my words need a home too and that is why i write about you.

Words of love you whisper soft and true Darling I love you.

I was leaving the South to fling myself into the unknown . . .

Cheap as chips, cheap as chips, it’s a British expression. There’s no couture in their darling.

Darling, the legs aren’t so beautiful, I just know what to do with them.

Pouring over me, but it was a different kind, siphoned from a different, and tamer, body of water. I was her darling daughter; Joseph was her it.

Thank you, darling, for learning to play chess. It is an absolute necessity for any well organized family. (in a letter to his wife)

In my heart where I’ve built a wall, you grew loving vines in my days of doubts and gray clouds, you said; “in my eyes, darling you shine” Maybe you loved me then but I know, I loved you too late.

Darlin if I could, I would fall for someone good.