I guess I have no choice But to toss all novels under the rugNothing can compete with the poetry bug

Why I love these wordsThey are mineYou cannot change that You cannot rearrange that Try as you might You cannot take away All that they mean to me

It was almost physically hurting me not to admit to my whole family that she was mine. Ours was a love that I wanted everyone from St. Petersburg and back to know about. Not that I had ever even been to St. Petersburg, but once they knew who I was there, they'd knew who Wren was too.

Don't confuse me for that other girl,She's a fraud and a fool.Don't confuse me with anyone else, I am not anyone other than myself.

I'd gladly trade the worldAnd all of its gold, To see you safe in this fragile life.

Be them good times,Be them bad times, I swear to youThey never last!

Care: not carnage Love: not loathingPeace: not pieces

And in uttering thatExcellently executed truthYou become an artist too

Power withinA wiser woman kinI cannot give her The proper wordShe is worth so much moreShe is the one that should be adored

Keep your temperance, Alexander. I want to live!" He threw his hands into the air and he smiled out to the wide skies above.That's what hope looks like, I thought.