Sometimes its the pain we dont see that hurts us the most.

When life is hard, these lips don't speak,
But when I touch the paper, my pen, it bleeds.

Soon to be used in a poem.

I need the smell of fresh cut grass. I need the feel of the warm sun on by face. I need the sound of children laughing and running barefoot around the park. I need the exciting feeling of new love in my heart. Because that is summer as I define it.

True love is when, after 25 years, you still get butterflies when they walk into the room.

And as he watched her sleep in his arms, he thanked God for giving him the one thing no one else could: Her.

And as he lost control, he lost everything. Because to lose control is to lose what is close to you.

What do you do when she's dead, and you know its your fault?

My tears crash down like razorblades

This too shall pass. Just give me a razorblade so it will pass faster.

Nothing lasts forever. All we have is what happens between Hello and Goodbye