“When you talk, it feels like a song, and when you walk by, the time stops.”

Oh, darling, you fell in love with a girl not worth loving.

I used to be a mighty dragon, the one that breathes fire, I used to be a magical unicorn, sprinkling rainbows everywhere, but now I’ve lost it, the magic hidden within.

Your artful hands, hold my delicate heart, tenderly gaze at it, as if its an art.

Can you hear my silence? I’m screaming pretty damn loud.

I think I’ve mastered the art, of taming my wild heart, now my heart doesn’t flutter, thinking about you.

Somedays I fear, I’ll run out of words.

Writers block grappled our souls, we fought back with our words.

Am I killing the kid in me, by strangling my curiosity?

I will never give up on you, from a person who treats like crap is not sweet. It’s toxic and you gotta run!

The opening chords of our rhapsody, lulled me into a state of bliss, as the glistening sunrise in your eyes, intoxicated my soul, drew me in.

I wish I had said no, the day you asked for my number, but I was young, dumb and numb, looking for a harbor of harmony, to mend my shattered soul.

How do you find words, when you’ve lost your soul? If every emotion you ever knew, you can’t feel them anymore.

If this was my last poem I’d dedicate it to myself.

Vibes change, Connections break.

Your eyes met mine, and we know our story, from beginning to the end, all things said and unsaid.

I opened the door to emptiness, traded my emotions for numbness.

I long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.

Each night I sit at my windowsill like a wolf howling to the moon, hoping that somewhere you feel me calling to you.

It feels like I ran into November, So now I walk until December.

I started singing before I started tweeting, actually. It was always a passion… I started singing, and then I got into acting. Singing is something I love to do. I feel very confident doing it.

I’m not in love yet, but when I am, I hope it feels like october.

Having started out in theatre, I feel an impulse to do it as much as I can.

Love don’t love nobody got me feeling like, I shouldn’t love myself.

Lips are kind of like my thing, and I’ve always been obsessed with lipstick and lip liner. I just always went to lip liner to overline my lips, and I feel like I was really known for that. I can’t walk out of my house without my lipstick!