The hell in your soul will always find heaven in mine.

If God could transcribe my heart, it'd still read "I love you".

I paint the darkness and the silence, You see them as stars and poetry.

When your eyes meet mine my silence breaks into poems.

2a.m and a ceiling stained with question marks.

You are afraid to let anyone in, but you still leave the door open, hoping someone good will shut the door behind him and throw away the keys.

Reading a stranger's words and finding yourself in them.

I am the poet, you are the poem; I hold the pen, you are the words, love is the ink, silence is the blank page.