“I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.”

I’m drawn to you like a moth to a flame, its no wonder I can’t resist every time you say my name.

I pushed you away like the ocean does to the tides, but we always come back together whether it rains or shines.

Please don’t make me feel special or worthy of your time, If you’re just going to feed other girls those same sweet lines.

He took the pieces of my broken heart and turned them into a mosaic for his own viewing pleasure.

I will rise like a phoenix from the ashes of the bridges I burned.

I’ll admit I’m not perfect I’m like an angel fallen from grace. I’ve been a sinner and a saint.

I can barely hold a melodic tune but I’ll still sing love songs all about you.

Your lips were soft and tender, warm like september. Every moment spent with you made me feel wild and brand new.

I had shed my old skin so I could make room to grow into myself again.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

My body tells all the secrets my mind likes to keep. Only those who are fluent in my language will know the words I long to speak.

I wanted you to value my presence just enough to prevent my absence.

Blue devils sing haunting melodies that echo within the chambers of my heart-this is how heartbreak lingers.

Ink pours like rain when I think about all the times you said my name, heartache just falls onto the page.

Instead of adding fuel to the fire I had to learn how to walk away from the flames.

Don’t be afraid of the heat, it’s just the fire blazing inside my heart. I can warm up the room and thaw away at the bitter and cold parts of you.

I am not afraid of love. I am afraid of loving so hard that every vein and bone and fragment of this skin, would break at the absence of you.

Love fiercely, that even in your absence you linger.

Failure is not the absence of success. Failure is the neglect of trying.

The errors which arise from the absence of facts are far more numerous and more durable than those which result from unsound reasoning respecting true data.

Eternity is said not to be an extension of time but an absence of time.

Tear me open and I will bleed in your name. My heart aches from your absence, but in the aching and breaking is where my art is born.

Mere unorthodoxy or dissent from the prevailing mores is not to be condemned. The absence of such voices would be a symptom of grave illness to our society.

While formal schooling is an important advantage, it is not a guarantee of success nor is its absence a fatal handicap.