This empty shell holds nothing but the echoes of what was.

Forever is hidden in a moment.

I live for the moments that won't die in my memory.

Poetry is a storm asking peace to dance with her.

I didn't want to sing.I wanted to be music.

We walked out, we counted on the rain to wash the pain away. We came in, the pain washed the rain away.

I will always love you, but I am not God. I will sometimes hurt you, because I am not God.

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

No one full, ever knew how to fill.