People are like water: Many rush pass you, as some will over-flood. Some will drown you, or force you to go their current ways. Some will be cold or hot-tempered, but try to say with the warm ones. Some will come as a raging wave and cause a ripple, or a calm sea, supporting you, quenching your thirst, and flow by your side to where kisses will always stay wet.

They say blood is thicker than water, but I say ice, can be more solid than blood, when times get cold.

After the fire died down, what remained were two charred hearts, that once beat as one.

She had died, I just never told her. So still, we walk, eat and sleep together, in fear one day she'll come to realize it.

Words are dead, until action brings them life.

When eyes have died in its gaze, know the heart had died in its blaze.