#thatbluflower

It does not hurt when they go. It hurts when they say they won't come back.

The Abandoned Room

Words are like the keys to a piano; they sound perfect when tuned and heard by the right ears.

Love is like a mug, you can handle it.

Honey, you're priceless. Your kisses are endless, you're unforgettably filled with kindness, and you're love is my guidance.

If I pour my half a gallon of soul, and heat it over the stove, can this fill you with love?

The headache clouds the poetry until dusk; the poetry makes the headache at dawn. There is no resolve between them; there is no rest in them.

Stubborn