When I stopped loving, I lost purpose; When I stopped loving myself, I lost myself.
They'll say you are bador perhaps you are mador at least you should stay undercover.Your mind must be bareif you would dareto think you can love more than one lover.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
Embrace contradictions for they make upall of life:You will eternally be looking for yourself andseeking ways to lose yourself.
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
Whatever we have in the glory of man is "away". Those are just not enough before we go "home" to the glory of God.
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
The paralyzing fear of being lost is fed solely by the irrational fear that we will never be found.
How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to anotherHow I miss all our dreams and our goalsAnd how we've lost ourselves to find each otherSeems like a playful game of...