“And so she remained a mystery, something to dream about on rainy days staring at the dark holly clouds passing by. – in a bed of flowers.”

What ever I want from this day on, I have to let it go.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Our darkest days were probably infused by the patterns we once needed to protect ourselves. – burden.

As long as we keep on reminding ourselves how far we have come. – We’ll be okay.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

These stones In her pockets, the dime of her – compassion.

The intimate conversation adores her. – sincere.

When she shines, she shines bright. Radiant I suppose. Kind for kindness, she lights up to be seen.

She knew exactly where she needed to be.

When she holds me close to her chest – her heart speaks to me.

Even her smallest steps are a part of something – tremendous.

Lets walk along side the rain and try not to look for shelter this time.

What if we are all here to complement one another. – Kind.

Wishing, if only she’d care – less.

She pushes buttons to her own securities. – a fair tale.

Come nightfall, wrap your arms around the tenderness – of her skin.

Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy, and wise.

I cannot go to bed tonight without a word to you.

I will defend the importance of bedtime stories to my last gasp.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn’t matter to me. Going to bed at night saying we’ve done something wonderful, that’s what matters to me.

We must wake up knowing we have work to do and go to bed knowing we’ve done it.

Go to bed early and wake up early. The morning hours are good.

I lay in bed at night crying to myself. The only one who loved me and watched over me was someone I couldn’t see or hear or touch.

Anything that can’t be done in bed isn’t worth doing at all.