I wear a necklace of hope with pearly beads. When I met you, it broke, and the beads spilled all over the floor, into the gutters.

I had a dream that I saw shooting stars with you. Two things that will come close to never happening: Seeing shooting stars, and being with you.

I'll use the blood from my spilling heart to write the words that were never able to slip out of my mouth, so you can see how much you've broken me into a perpetual state of melancholy.

I have always wanted to give you the world, so I started giving you pieces of the oceans that kept us apart.

When my hands can no longer make these hammers and strings play for you, my heart will always sing to you.

I'll put you in a jar on my shelf for a cold, rainy day when I need you the most.

These days, I'm finding it harder and harder to breathe. My chest pounds with every heart beat like you're here, again, standing in front of me, your two hands around my neck.

You're gone and you left me. My heart has dissipated. The only thing I can feel is the blood rushing through my veins and the strings that hold my fragile heart together.

You've left me with a kaleidoscope of broken smiles and shattered dreams.

Keeping busy is the hardest part. When I find myself still, clear of thoughts, I can still feel you holding me.

We'll meet again, but you're a lifetime away, and I need you now.

Wisdom is not a mysterious universe where your mind enters but it is a mysterious universe which enters your mind!

The mind is the mine of man, wherein he digs out good or evil.

All the money anyone needs is just enough to prevent one from being a burden to others. -Bishop Milton Wright

A writer is the one who loves to write . . . on and about anything . . . And this clears that I am a writer!!

You'd claim me?" he asked, hopeful but cautious.She nodded once. "Because I'd never set a monster like you loose in the world.

Love is both wondrous and yet full of peril. Love is a gateway through which hatred - disguised and unrecognized - can pass.

Fate whirls on the bark, and the rough gale sweeps from the rising tide the lazy calm of thought.

Every habit and faculty is preserved and increased by correspondent actions, as the habit of walking, by walking; of running, by running.

Oh, I'd love to wear a rainbow everyday, And tell the world that everything's okay, But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, Till things are brighter, I'm the Man in Black.

Lord, how Thou dost afflict Thy lovers!