Even though I'm shattered that doesn't mean I'm broken.

Will you trust me enough to hold your heart in my hands? I promise I will not let you donw.

Am I asking too much of your shattered heart?

Would it be too grand a gesture for you to extend your hand?

And when the pain becomes too much, I simply remember that it means I'm still alive.

I was amazed that there was someone around that could be so like me and yet so unlike me all at the same time.

"It must be hard being you," he said.
"Not when you've been me your whole life," she replied.

I wish that I had wings, for I would fly away without looking back.

Rain is the earths way of cleaning its self...If only we had not made such a mess of it.

I love to listen to the thunder out side my window; it is how I know the world lives on outside my room.