“I build you from top to bottom, water each verse with a part of me and I watch you blossom into my true love.”

Time is precious. So are the people in your life. So love and be loved. Because tomorrow is never promised.

You are more than just come overs to bend over, constant forgiveness, and second chances. You are not just a good time. You are more than being enough when it only suits them. Because you are more than just to be loved temporarily. When there are others who look at you as forever.

And I don’t know where we are going. But wherever it is, I want to go there together.

Shed the path with your smile, and lead the ones who choose to find the light in you.

And through all your phases you are still beautiful.

Time made us better, our communication was the root and evil couldn’t touch us, the light protected us.

As much as I read our story, I tried finding the conflict that our story had. I flipped the pages and ripped pages, looking for words that somehow kept our story going.

I guess that is why no one would ever forget you. Because you carried the weight of your pain along with others.

Your voice sends vibrations through my ears, as the frequency of each word that falls from your lips, tracing every bone of my spine, making me weak.

Love never failed you, people did.

The parts of me you are afraid of, are the parts that are ready to be loved by you.

The blessings feel different when there is love and peace in your heart.

I don’t want to live here, you frame memories I don’t want to remember, and gather your dust on memories I want hold on to.

We fail ourselves in many ways by hoping and praying for people to change, but little do we know the more rely on others, our growth delays.

Let them walk away. They will grasp for air, because of your absence, and because you were already ten steps ahead of them.

Conserving my energy for those who take their time, to find the light in me.

The only kind of love that helps anyone grow is unconditional love.

Love is just going until love is gone gone gone. But love will come back there’s no doubt about that.

My love for prayer was an answer to prayer.

A reminder that you don’t owe anyone any part of you.

I’d love to go and camp out and live in a tent in the middle of nowhere and see how long I could live and survive.

To love is to live. ( & vice versa )

When I first appeared, people couldn’t figure out whether I was gay, straight, black, white or whatever, and I loved that. I loved the fact it scares people.

Masculine anger is always because you are feeling constrained, trapped by life. Feminine anger is always because you are feeling unloved.