“This wild heart beats restlessness.”

I see the world in shades of you.

It takes effort to make it to forever.

There’s too much hurt in loving but too little life in not.

It’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.

With each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.

Spring is poetry poured into nature.

I dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.

She loves her lonely moments the silence away from the crowds, when its just her daydreaming.

Her afternoon tea is a fountain of daydreams.

Night time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.

Lets breath magic into each other.

In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?

Summer left me like an almost lover.

If I make him my home, will I lose the home inside myself?

Every drop of her gin held a lost world of night sky dances.

I feel blurry as a reflection in water.

But eyes are blind. You have to look with the heart.

Don’t get too much emotionally attached to anyone. 

Everyone has been made for some particular work and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

The wound is the place where the Light enters you.

An open heart is an open mind.

As you live Deeper in the Heart, the Mirror gets clearer and cleaner.

I’m just corny enough to like to have a story hit me over the heart.

The nearest to my heart are a king without a kingdom and a poor man who does not know how to beg.