the saddest thing is to bea minute to someone,when you've made them your eternity.

a flower knows, when its butterfly will return, and if the moon walks out, the sky will understand;but now it hurts, to watch you leave so soon,when I don't know, if you will ever come back.

holding the eveningtremblingly close to mei weepinto the sun lettingthe burdenof hopelift off my chesti realizethis is what it meansto be free.

most of the timesit’s the hardest to saywhat I love moreyouor your memory.

There is somethingmystically sadand beautifulabouthowi will neversee youagainbut meet youagain and againin poetry.

The world is thinningand the earth...it's still spinningmy world is thinningand it’s all because of one person I’m missing.

Sometimesthe things that make you cryare more beautifulthan the thingsthat make you laugh.

for we all have our own twilights and mistsand abyssesto return to.