“And with the wind in her hair and defiance in her heart, she puts one foot in front of the other and walks into the unknown.”

The adult heart beats differently.

Quiet, that’s how I go when there’s a lot to say.

Rip out my heart. Dissect the atriums and valves. You’ll find nothing but love pouring out.

It’s not so much about seeing the light as it is feeling the light.

She dances with the darkness and becomes the shadow of the night.

Your essence, so pure. Even from across the room. I want to savor every last drop. Maybe you could heal the devil in me.

And we find ourselves stuck somewhere between a daydream and reality.

I have a heart full of feelings. But a mouth devoid of words.

I am full to the brim with words. A message in a bottle lost at the sea. Yearning to reach the shore of poetry.

It’s strange where we find ourselves years after being in a completely different place.

It’s quite sad that some words never reach the person they were written for.

You are the color amidst the grey.

Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.

Fragments of my love will live in you for eternity.

Sometimes I lay down at night and wonder if it’s time to lay down my life.

Your love left me simultaneously whole and in pieces.

Have a little mercy on your heart please.

How can you be in hell while you are in my heart?

I only know how to crave skin against skin and my heart against a chest like a fingerprint.

A heart can no more be forced to love than a stomach can be forced to digest food by persuasion.

I definitely don’t plead guilty to being a heartthrob.

Don’t be afraid to let her into your heart and when your down, don’t try to carry the whole world on your shoulders.

She has every reason to be bitter, and yet her heart beats to the tune of kindness, and her soul dances to the melody of love.

Mockingbirds don’t do one thing but make music for us to enjoy. They don’t eat up people’s gardens, don’t nest in corncribs, they don’t do one thing but sing their hearts out for us. That’s why it’s a sin to kill a mockingbird.