“Stay wherever you find hope.”

Every fall is a chance to rise.

Even mermaids come up for air.

There is no moon like you.

My heart is a wild flower.

Peace is possible.

Timing is an art.

I never feel the rise before the fall.

Every journey starts with a decision.

Not all your thoughts are true.

Like the earth we need peace to heal ourselves.

A cold heart hurts you the most.

The right choice will never feel wrong.

Your path is perfect.

There is no love like your own.

Sometimes the only choice is you.

The solitude is taking me home.

Your ever after could start tomorrow. Keep holding on.

I still have hope that one day someone will love all of me – from the hallelujahs right down to the hallows.

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

When most people don’t know what real agony is, some of us live on the hope that “someday things might get better”, being not really sure if they ever will.

It’s those Saturday mornings laughing underneath the sheets it’s a glimpse of everything I dreamed that makes me feel hope for us. Saturdays could be our thing.

If you just loved me the way that I loved you then just maybe.

I find hope in late summer afternoons.

I am laden with sorrow. But always hopeful of tomorrow.