You rang my heart like a church bell at midnight. Trembling, I awoke to the sweet sound of love.
Who was it that hurt you,stole light out of your eyes?Cut a hole in your heartand let the love drain dry?Who was so damn careless,to leave you with such scars?Where will you find healing?Right here, w...
His heart was like a battered guitar; worn and scuffed from a life spentout on the road, but still capableof bringing forth beautiful music.
Refuse to blame yourself for not being 'good enough
Beautiful are those whose brokenness gives birth to transformation and wisdom.
When life gets dark, that's when stars appear among us. Shine bright, beautiful ones. Throw light from your burning hearts.
Birthing is never easy or without pain, be it a universe, a child, or a fresh start in life. Contraction precedes expansion. Darkness comes before dawn. Joy follows pain. This is the way of things.
She thirsted for love, but found only a mirage. Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in.
She was a tragic beauty. Sadness had left its fingerprints all over her face.
Let's burn our masks at midnightand as flickering flames ascend,under the witness of star-clouds,let us vow to reclaim our true selves.Done with hiding and weary of lying,we'll reconcile without and w...
Beneath the rust and grime which dulls the shine of our weathered hearts, joy patiently waits to be rediscovered
She is a wild, tangled forest with temples and treasures concealed within.
The self-righteous scream judgments against others to hide the noise of skeletons dancing in their own closets.
Out of the void and vastness of the cosmos, life emerges; audacious, improbable. You and I are here. No other miracle is needed.
She had a very inconvenient heart. It always insisted on feeling things ever so deeply.
After what she's been through, there really should be crime scene tape around her heart.
Each of us is a story, waiting for a devoted reader who will take us off the shelf and embrace all our plot twists.
One by one she slew her fears, and then planted a flower garden over their graves.
I want to hold you close, skin on skin, and let our heartbeats have a conversation.
I want to kiss you so thoroughly that you lose your ability to stand.