.is it worse tohear a truth,or give oneto tell a lie,or live one
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.i dug up thepast again, thosememories viciousand snarlingi set them looseinside the houseand now we haveto leave
.everything i hold deari hold too tightly;i am so sorry you weremarked when i had tolet you go
.love grewand died repeatedly;she tore it out atthe root
.he stood on the shore,and told the sea he loved her;the jealous wind tore hisvoice in two
.pour love allover, then strikea match;the fire willburn itself out,but the ruinswill smoulder
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.the sea spitsme back ontothe shore -the waves saythis is not theright tide, theright time
.i wanted to bathein fire; for the amber tonguesto lick me clean, pure
.i shudderwhen you speak;your words arecold when theytouch me
.you say youlie because youcare, and ibelieve you;i know you'duse the truthif you reallywanted tohurt me
.did you ever stopto think, that maybe the starsare gazing at you
.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.i scrub loveoff your knuckles
.in the nighttime you arebetter; moonlightembroiders yourskin and stitchesyou up with apurer love, untilthe morning comes,the sun runs histeeth through yourseams again, splitsyou open
.you are a walkingcoffin; there are sentencesburied alive inside you, all thethings you could not sayand they will fester therelike maggots, eat you fromthe inside out
.he told me prayersare uselessand if i really want hisforgiveness, i should get onmy knees and beg
lostto tell you the truth,i can't stop missing myself.
The Dead SeaThe Dead SeaI offered water to her,but she was a seaI offered love to her,but she was deadI offered words to herand she hated me.
Training?Training Is For Dogs,Human Needs Teaching.
Once Upon A TimeOnce upon a time there was a girlAnd she lived.
Dream CriterionIf you can't fly on your dreams anymore,I'm sorry, but don't worry,you have simply grown up.If you can't build a little empire on your dreams,I'm totally sorry,you are a dead man walking.
War.If someone tells you, "War is hell." They lie.There are no innocents in hell.
BrokenCan't fixwhat's never been whole.
things that go bump in the nightabsence makes the heart a monster.
CryDon’t cry anymoreFor the fighting is overExcept within us
.you brokea heart,convincedthat there wassomething goodinside