You cannot die of a broken heart...you only wish you could.

Missing you could turn from pain to pleasure, if I knew you were missing me too

Nothing hurts more than waiting since I don't even know what I'm waiting for anymore

Do you know when to walk away? Do you know when to not take less than you deserve?

Tell me did you know this love would burn so yellow, becoming orange and in its time explode from grey to black then bloody wine?

My one ambition is to wake him and make him discover that he needs me. I've got to follow where he leads me or else he'll never know that I need him just as he needs me.

He has always been looking at something far beyond, far higher than me. I could never give him that which he desires. Even so...even so, I'm sure that even when tomorrow comes, or the day after, or thereafter, I will still be helplessly in love with him.