“If you stay long enough I’ll turn you into poetry. – please stay.”

I like my name better when its tied to yours.

As ocean waves never cease to pursue the shoreline and the sun gives his blessing over their daily union. I’m reminded of steadfast love persistent on pursuing each other. – stead fast love.

Blue green orange red. I could eat all the colors of the rainbow and still see life in black-and-white reruns I’ve watched a thousand times. – rumination.

It’s okay to slow down. (here’s the permission you don’t need.)

I’ve never known anyone I was afraid to lose until I met you. – You.

Misery doesn’t love just any company it desires the kind presence only loneliness feeds but that’s not love at all. – love doesn’t eat it bleeds.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

The weight of honesty lies heavy in sweaty palms, preparing to speak the truth to a world that is not ready to hear it. – not everyone can handle your honesty.

I hear the rain fall and suddenly I don’t feel so alone because the sky is crying too.

We make time for the things that matter most to us – I guess I didn’t matter much to myself.

I’ve learned that the challenge doesn’t lie in finding love but healing from those who didn’t know what love is. – lessons in love.

A bleeding heart takes longer to catch up with the rationale of a busy mind. – emotions aren’t linear.

As the morning dawns my soul stands motionless before your presence be still and know is my hearts meditation.

Life is so fragile, yet we beat it to death and expect to live longer.

All of the words in her head keep her from being lonely but they aren’t always kind.

Whats your greatest fear? I’m afraid of heights. Do you fear the heights in which you stand or at the depths to which you may fall? – fear of falling.

Music is a different kind of intimacy. So is poetry.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

Feelings you could never explain. That’s what poetry is.

Silence is a form of poetry.

Poetry is a pleasure to your pressure.

Her thoughts are poetry, sheer beauty to behold, pay attention when she gives you a glimpse.

You took my heart, hope, love, and trust when you left but you gave me good poetry.

In poetry, I like to play my songs, In words is where my soul belongs.