Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
Poetry is the rhythmical creation of beauty in words.
We are made of all those who have built and broken us.
You shall love your crooked neighbour, with your crooked heart.
True love is rare, and it's the only thing that gives life real meaning.
To elevate the soul, poetry is necessary.
The heart is an arrow. It demands aim to land true.
Just because you have the emotional range of a teaspoon doesn't mean we all have.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
One day you will kiss a man you can't breathe without, and find that breath is of little consequence.
