“She wanted romance. I just wanted to fuck the stars out of her eyes.”

We are only beautiful monsters, dreaming of god.

She’s just a girl. But her pussy makes me see god.

I gave her address to my soul. Ans she fucked the mailman.

I liked her simplicity. She wanted coffee and orgasms.

In an endless universe, she needed space.

I messed up a lot of things. I called it poetry.

Overcoming guilt, its the first step to doing it again.

Sometimes there are no words. Sometimes, it’s just poetry.

I wake to find her there, with glowing eyes and tangled hair. She is my sunrise.

Her memory still lingers, like a cockroach in my heart.

True love is letting her know that her ass really does look fat in those jeans.

If there’s never been a restraining order, it ain’t love.

It wasn’t forever. But I loved her until I hated her.

She was only a collection of flaws and she was beautiful.

There’s a strange beauty in her. She shines like hell.

He opened her cages, and freed the things inside.

If you have seen with your own eyes a mountain move forward in a plain; that is, a huge rock of this mountain’ breaking off and covering entire fields; a whole castle sunken into the earth.

The true vision is not in your eyes.

God our Lord would have us look to the Giver and love Him more than His gift, keeping Him always before our eyes, in our hearts, and in our thoughts.

There are certain things I will automate, but when it comes to quality control, I want to keep a very close eye.

The sea is not less beautiful in our eyes because we know that sometimes ships are wrecked by it.

Keep your eyes on the prize and don’t turn back.

Let us go forward in peace, our eyes upon heaven, the only one goal of our labors.

Remember that nothing is small in the eyes of God. Do all that you do with love.