One little KISS can contain the grandest passion.

A wise bird told me a friend is as good as an actor

The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but the one who causes the darkness.

I denied my feelings, saying it
doesn't matter, forget about it,
but you questioned, are you sure?
And my quiet breaths answered.

I never wanted to be different I just wanted to be me.

The night bus to your dreams
is not in service
and I remember
how we were with
poetry in our veins
and love on lips.

As the rain spells out
your name in stutters,
my nerve endings fray
like unspun silk in a storm,
fine and raw.

The clouds, the storm, are unique to me -
They only exist in my head;
I have become a natural disaster -
I am a living tempest.

"How can you promise something and just shake it off?" asked the heart.