Don't face the wall like all others and think that shadows are all there is to life.

I'll work for all the love in your pockets.

I'm not sure if I believe you at this point.

Your eyes are betraying you. They can't see my emotions.

I'll go to sleep trying to figure out why you chose me over her, but I fear an answer will not come.

You and I don't need a rating on something we know is true poetry.

In love four years only to slowly drift apart at the heartbreaker called college...
Follow me?

Of course she's pretty. She couldn't be a H-O-E if she wasn't.

When I die, I want to be known as this:
"that one chick who talked in what is it called?...
That weird iambic pentameter stuff..."

I missed you this weekend.