She had just enough madness to make her interesting
I think it’s beautifulthe way you sparkle when you talk about the things you love.
There is nothing prettier in thewhole wide world than a girlin lovewith every breath she takes.
Poetry, is a life long war wagedagainst ineffable beauty.
She was cool— the whole world seemed to spin around her in smooth jazz.
I LIVE MY LIFESO HAPPILY IN CRAZY WITH HER.
Don't ask her to be a rock for you to lean uponinstead, build her wingsand point her to the skyand she will teach you both to fly.
A few drinks and the world was hers— she wore her whiskey like a loaded gun.
One day I’ll paint the perfect sunset-- if I can only find the words.
You and I will be lost and found a thousand times along this cobbled road of us.
Don't worry— you see, to some you are magic.
What a strange world. We trade our days for things.
She found herselfover a long and treacherous roadand the more treacherous the road became,the more of herselfshe found.
Drugs to mehave always beena pretty girl with a sly smilebeckoning mewith a finger down the dark path of a fork in the road.
Sometimes I want a quiet lifeother timesI want to go a little bit fucking Gatsby.
We were strange in loveher and I too wild to last too rare to die.
And the stars blinked as they watched her carefully jealous of the way she shone.
She sat in her perfect house, with her perfect husband, wishing that her perfect life would end.
Put a girl in moonlightand tell only truthsand every man becomes a poet.
True artcomes from flying with the madnessso close you burn your eyelashes.
