I thought I was over you until I saw you and my emotions came rushing back

I love you to the burning up rocks that look like stars to us and back again to this little plant we call home

“What is worse than dieing it is living and having no one who really loves you.”

You said to me If I leave and you never see me again you wouldn't care the sad part is its true

Right now I don't need your criticism I need your support and help

When the bad times come around you want them to end but when the good times end you'd trade anything to have them back

There is no place like home but this place doesn't feel like home to me Where is my home?

Every time i break-up with someone my heart flys back to this one guy but not anymore u took his place

Love it's a word that everyone says but when they say I love you do they really mean it ?

A poet who wont let anyone read her work for fear that others wont understanding why her poems say what they do