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

A lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.

I can’t wait for the day to be wild again.

We are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.

I can’t wait for half a love because I’ve always needed more.

Autumn sheds the leaves like tear drops.

All my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.

Open your heart to life before summer is over.

We all need more solitude sundays.

She breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.

The scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.

My only home are the daydreams I dream.

From her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.

I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.

I’m november numb and I think the world is, too.

I should have seen the goodbye in your eyes from the start.

Don’t fall for someone who doesn’t have a spark of wild in their eyes.

A home opener is always exciting, no matter if it’s home or on the road.

A hot cup of tea brings a sense of comfort where I can enjoy the weather in the confines of my home.

A thousand half-loves must be forsaken to take one whole heart home.

The way to build long-term returns is through preservation of capital and home runs.

The heat from your computer is not wasted if you need to heat your home.

Grit and lipstick, two things you should never leave home without!

I’m serious when I do my work. I’m not serious when I’m home with my kids.

All I was doing was trying to get home from work.