“If your love destroys me, consider my destruction glorious.”

She’s got sunshine in her eyes, and it ain’t even daylight.

She’s battling things her smile will never tell you about.

May your cold nights die a warm death.

Love is wealth in the pockets of the heart.

Don’t bring her dead flowers, take her to where the flowers live.

Her light is true love, her darkness a seductive mistress.

Last night (we exchanged so much DNA) we became each other.

Soak me in your moonshine and fuck me on fire.

My day feels too damn organized, you should come over tonight and make a mess out of me.

Half my mind is sex and songs.

When they question you about my disappearance, Do not tell them I am lost inside you.

What do you do when the passion burns out? Start another fire.

Her kiss is a sun-burn that never heals.

She comes in form of blistering light : her love is a screaming sun.

Caution never wrote a love story.

If it weren’t for misery some people would never be happy.

Even your broken smiles are contagious.

You’ll know you’ve healed when you find gratitude in the pain that once broke you.

You were drunk in love by the time I was already sober.

All those lavenders seemed purple in love they turned lilac without him.

And then there are people who try to fix themselves by fixing others only to end up more unfixed than ever.

Breaking things as a child seemed so easy, than fixing broken things as a adult.

Never expect the wrong person to love you the right way.

It’s very relaxing for me to sing. It’s a good break from the hard training and the fighting.