“He left love letters at my door, and a chalk outline on the highway.”

The tide has pulled the storm from my soul again. But in all that is right or wrong and pure, there is you, and your stunning ability to blur the lines and just be.

I breathe him in so deep that when he is gone I exhale and taste him again.

I will not force a pretty smile upon my face to please eyes that no longer see me.

Moon child with your galaxy heart, cool your heels and stay awhile.

He was exactly like hitting a red light during a killer streak of green.

Be bold, child. You are rare and you are brazen light.

She is love, and a little fucking unstoppable.

And now I wander. Forever searching for the pieces of me I should have never given away.

Every now and then I roam the catacombs in my head and attempt to resurrect you, and make you shiny again.

Be patient with me, dear heart. The art of loving is a peculiar business when one has spent an eternity hating themselves.

She tasted like wildflowers; crushed, wet wild flowers carried in sticky palms through farmers’ fields, just before dawn.

I promised to touch your soul. I never said it would be painless.

I am world of uncertainties disguised as a girl.

Melancholy- My longest of lost lovers has returned to dance with me Again I loved him; intensely.

If I had known our last kiss was to be our last kiss, I would have kissed you as if it was our first.

I think you were my taste of heaven after a lifetime of eating hell.

One of the sweetest things in life: a letter from a friend.

Censorship feeds the dirty mind more than the four-letter word itself.

A profusion of fancies and quotations is out of place in a love-letter. True feeling is always direct, and never deviates into by-ways to cull flowers of rhetoric.

Most of us do not like to look inside ourselves for the same reason we don’t like to open a letter that has bad news.

There were a lot of people who were willing to write a letter for me. Not because I was academically inclined, but because I worked hard.

A good countenance is a letter of recommendation.

Dear Society’ really is my letter to society where I express the anguish I’ve been caused from such an image-based industry and culture we live in.

More than kisses, letters mingle souls.