Said the Sun to the Moon-'When you are but a lonely white crone,And I, a dead King in my golden armour somewhere in a dark wood,Remember only this of our hopeless loveThat never till Time is doneWill...
We are all a little broken, looking for something whole to hang on to. But sometimes, what seems whole is even more broken than we are.
From darkness; take me unto Light.O God! Help me today, make my maiden flight.From sorrow; give me the strength to break. And help me to love and to care.From darkness take me unto Light.O God! Hear m...
there is something magical and addicting about going somewhere, being alone, and finding yourself in parts of the world you never knew existed, finding parts of yourself you never knew you would find.
No baby, you didn't hurt me. You wrecked me. Know the difference.
through the rose glass window in their beautiful new home, you stare at the love you gave away.
Humans will never be in charge of this world, as long as dust and weeds do as they please.
I'll gladly settle for amnesia if I had to live in a world where I couldn't remember how much you mean to me.
She got inside me with her story. I could feel her flowing in me and far, faraway I related in parallel. Her smile was a reflection of my own brokenness. It defined buried feelings that I could never...
the glory of the protagonist is always paid for by a lot of secondary characters
I touched curiosity,I kissed sin, I felt regret,And I was forgiven.But life won't let me forget.
it is hard not to count the hoursi have left with you.it is hard to be here now--knowing everything between uswill come to an end.
let me tell you i'm in love with you. let me tell you that the first thing i do when i wake is think of you. let me be completely honest about this-- about what you mean to me.let me take it there wit...
Words I ONCE HEARD A MAN SAY OR WAS IT SOMEWHERE I READ, OR MAYBE SOMETHING I WROTE A THOUSAND TIMES IN MY MIND. YOU GOT TO FIND YOUR OWN MEANING IN THIS WORLD. NO MATTER HOW MUCH YOU CHANGED, YOU STI...
Before people complain of the obscurity of modern poetry, they should first examine their consciences and ask themselves with how many people and on how many occasions they have genuinely and profound...
He pulled me close and said, "Katie, don't leave me, you're my breath, I refuse to live without you."It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I still walked away, because my name is Anne...
Let me be the drink in your cup. I know how to intoxicate you.
I'll stop loving you the day my shadow stops following me around. Because on that day, nothing will make sense.
You said we can't happen, but darling, we started happening the very first day we met.
November comesAnd November goes,With the last red berriesAnd the first white snows.With night coming early,And dawn coming late,And ice in the bucketAnd frost by the gate.The fires burnAnd the kettles...