She is one with the winds, spark in the fire and a smile in the laughter.

People expect too much from people who offer them so little.

Memory warps things.

Do not do what you did before you had to buy flowers.

One cannot plagiarize oneself.

Writing poetry isn't hard, it's realizing you're not yet good at it, that's hard.

I smile on the thoughts of disappearing from you.... The thought and the feeling of just being FREE!

I pick you up when you down, while you let me drown. You belittle me and treat me like a clown.

Beating myself up because you said I was never enough. I’ve finally found the courage and strength to see the truth, and honestly, I was doing way too much to get your attention. You are not worth it. You don’t deserve me.

That once butterfly feeling has now burned to ashes. You are no longer a feeling that I miss nor want.