Home is where the heart breaks.

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I still belonged to you long after you belonged to someone else.

You still have my heart. Return it when you can.

If only I could touch what's broken inside me and tell it, I’m sorry.

My heart's been broken in a thousand pieces I've lived and died a thousand times And in each of those lifetimes With all of those pieces I chose you…A million times.

My life is a room filled with love letters and goodbye notes.

I wanted to let you go, so I held you a little closer.

You were the safety of land, I was the wild freedom of the ocean.