“Are wild strawberries really wild?”

Whatever you are is all okay. I don’t like you anyway.

Once I spoke the language of the flowers, Once I understand each word the caterpillar said, Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings.

When the light turns green, you go. When the light turns red, you stop. But what do you do when the light turns blue with orange and lavender spots?

But all the magic I have known I’ve had to make it myself.

And she loved a boy very, very much- even more than she loved herself.

There is a place where the sidewalk ends.

And he didn’t really know where he was going, but he did know he was going somewhere because you really have to go somewhere, don’t you?

And the boy loved the tree, very much. And the tree was happy.

If the track is tough and the hill is rough, thinking you can just ain’t enough.

I keep meeting all the right people at all the wrong places.

I can be somebody’s and still be my own.

And all the colors I am inside have not been invented yet.

There are no happy endings. Endings are the saddest part, so just give me a happy middle And a very happy start.

He wasted his wishes on wishing.

I am writing these poems From inside a lion.

We can’t hold hands – someone might see. Won’t you please, Hold toes with me?

Hold on to who we are before the world tries to tear us apart.

Even the prettiest rose wilts.

A rose with her thorns is still a rose.

Permanence is a wonderful magician. Now you see him, next he goes on to perform the greatest disappearing act of all time.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Listen to the silence it will speak to you in a way that no amount of chaos and noise ever could.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

What does a caged bird know about freedom?