“ Following dark winter's strife, a warm air rises, teemed with life. Birth, rebirth, as the waiting die. Old love, new love sprouts wings to fly. Phar West Nagle
“ To her you're just a play thing; she'll make you out to be a king, then she'll set fire to your throne. Phar West Nagle
“ But when you kiss me there's a spark, and I can't remember I'm only food to be consumed like an apple and not loved like a woman. Phar West Nagle
“ I mostly hope you think I miss you and in the end you hope you'll get me, but that's fantasy, untrue as you, and bitter as the hope you left me. Phar West Nagle
“ And everything I thought I knew - you made me trade it all for you...but, frankly, you're not worth it. Phar West Nagle
“ It's better to have loved and lost than never love at all - I doubt that sorry statement every time I fall. Phar West Nagle
“ How envious I am that the sun may kiss your porcelain skin and forever change how the world sees you. Phar West Nagle
“ For if our bodies aren’t our own,And justice isn’t ours,And our love is just a sin,And voices by the peopleAre no longer for the people,What have we left to lose? Phar West Nagle
