A poet doesn't die when his life ends. They die when they have no more words to impart to the world.

The strain of nursing her broken heart is too much for me

If you really think about her, everything about her was so beautiful; the way she spoke, the way she sang, the way she carried herself. I think she was born to be an angel. Maybe heaven just needed her grace.

Distance never separates two hearts that really care, for our memories span the miles and in seconds we are there. But whenever I start feeling sad because I miss you, I remind myself of how lucky I am to have someone so special to miss

Good-bye my friends I loved so dear I am not dead but sleeping here I was not yours but Christ alone he loved me best he took me home

When our children decide to no longer be in our life, the sum of our parts that once made us whole, become a fraction.

I know it hard to say goodbye to a lost one but you got to always cherish the memories
you shared with each other because that keeps both of you close.

I need to breathe again
i need to let go of the pain
i need to let the tears flow
as will the pain
i just need to let go

How come every time I'm with him, I try and understand why he hates me, when all I have to do, is look in the mirror...

Sometimes... It's better to let go, Even if it drives you mad...