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“One thousand ways to say good-bye. One thousands ways to cry. One thousand ways to hang your hat before you go outside. I say good-bye good-bye good-bye. I shout it out so loud.
If you tell me I am stupid for thinking he is my true love, that I am wrong, go and find your own true love, the person that makes your heart truly soar, the person that is your other, better half,...
As I sit on the sand watching me life wash up on the shore and the last rays of sun glisten of the endless waves of possibility.
...long. To long for something you sometimes don't even know. And if you do know, to miss is to endure an endless series of punctures to the heart.
Damn this bed feels good. Yes it's a trifle devoid of my beloved Ex (still hate using that term) but the bed is a memory laden casualty.
My heart is bigger than my brain. Therefor, I love before I think. I am clever... In the mind. I am clueless... In the heart.
I hate the word bye. While, when we hear it, it just means we are leaving for now, it implies a finality that we are done with the person till another time that they wish to talk.
What if every individual had a limit on love. When there came a time that someone must look into the eyes of another and say, "I cannot love you anymore". You know it's wrong, and that it isn't fair.
I want a special person to listen , I want a special person to hear... Not what I'm really saying but the meaning and thought behind it. I want that special person to be closer to me than day.
I cried... Not because I am weak, but because I have been strong for too long.
If anyone can truly have something When they have nothing at all Whatever we had Whatever it was It was really something I know it wasn't right And that it never will be But I let you inside And...
They’d lied to me and betrayed me, leaving jagged edges where all my trust had been, and I didn’t like or respect or admire them any more, but still I loved them. I had no choice.
There's always a little truth behind " just kidding". A little knowledge behind every " I don't know" . A little curiosity behind every " just wondering" A little emotion behind every " I don't care".
Love is simple, love is sweet. Love is that feeling which sweeps you off your feet. Love makes you laugh and love makes you babble. For some people, it often brings out a dimple.
I tell myself I'm alright. I convince myself that I forgot about you. And as each day pass, I thought my heart had healed. But on that same day, after 2 years, I see you again, at the exact same...
I read once that the ancient Egyptians had fifty words for sand, and the Eskimos had a hundred words for snow.
Just as I walked away from the dark Forrest of my life and walked into green plains I see the ghost of a life I have left behind many full moons ago and the face of one I had forgotten.
I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the...