Only at the mercy of pain, may we find the poet whithin ourselves. |
Whether you loved or didn't. Whether you still love, or don't. In the end you find out what you already knew--you made the mistake. |
Opening up to your feelings, is weak. Knowing your weakness, that is strength. |
When you left I thought it felt like a nightmare, but then still today, it feels like I have not yet awaken. |
May she forever forget me and act accordingly, yet her eyes once told me that will never happen. |
One may love the idea of love for a minute, but hate the feeling forever.. |
Is love a reality? Or is it just a desperate attempt of the human mind to be at peace within itself with an abstract form of ourselves turned into another person who fulfills our ideals. |
Love is a mutual agreement of two souls to interact together and live in harmony as one. One side not being complete without the other, and fully understanding their minds. |
Some people can truly transform our lives. How do they do it? We give them the power. But what do we give them? We give them all our love. |
There are two kinds of love. The one that never ends, and the one that never existed. |