“Pride – it screams a lot louder than love sometimes.”

I don’t want us to be together to drown the ghost of someone else.

You feel like you win when you play trivia with my brain and charades with my heart.

The TV doesn’t work; lets just watch each other instead.

I am not afraid of fire. It was fire who taught me to swim.

When you wish water was vodka – that’s how you know shit hurts.

You’re holding the world and its woes. But in the end who’s holding you?

I may be skinny, but my love for you – its heavier than heavy.

If they ask you about your vice – I hope you mention my name.

And in your city – you call me “home.”

I know you’re a hazard, but you’re a hazard I forever want in my head.

I didn’t start the fire – but I sure lit you up a few times.

She’s lightening and she’s ready to strike the bones out of you.

Sure, there are oceans and seas and magnificent things – but none of them are you.

I’m crazy for being the one who tries to fix the broken in you.

She’s a jesus lover who likes to dance with the devil sometimes.

We were a short lived anthology of things no one else could read.

If you love someone, you say it, right then, out loud. Otherwise, the moment just passes you by.

I was walking along the road with two friends. The sun set. I felt a tinge of melancholy. Suddenly the sky became a bloody red. I stood there, trembling with fright. And I felt a loud, unending scream piercing nature.

You have to sing loud and move wild with all that in back of you. Now, I don’t know how to perform any other way.

We loved quietly but it felt oh so very loud.

The trumpet’s loud clangor Excites us to arms.

When I was a girl, my life was music that was always getting louder. Everything moved me. A dog following a stranger. That made me feel so much.

When your crowd of attendants so loudly applaud you, Pomponius, it is not you, but your banquet, that is eloquent.

The world will be loud again. I’ll notice the loneliness less.