Yesterday is history
Tomorow is a mystery
Today is a gift
Thats why its called the present

Life is hard
Death is harder

Love is the slowest form of suicide.

I used to love you.....with all my heart.....but now my feelings are different......because the only other person who makes me feel loved is the person you love.....what a messed up little love triangle we have

What is life but an introduction to death?

Why does it seem like all my best dreams are my worst nightmares?

Is it alright to let yourself go if your not sure you can get yourself back?

You call me weird because i speak my mind, i call you weird because you don't.

When I look in the mirror I see a lonely face, with sad eyes and never ending unhappiness, but when I think of you that face smiles and looks a bit less lonely.

**- NOTE: This is just a few stray thoughts put together. I may use them in a poem later. **-

When I look in your eyes I see someone to love, and be loved by.....You make me feel whole and perfect......like when I'm with you I'll always be safe