Her love was like lavender, delicate and melancholy.

Every love that once promised you a forever will leave you at some point in your life - and all that is left is a forever in boxes full of fading pictures and aching memories.

A great poet to me is a person who can describe a painting in such ways that even a person with closed eyes can feel the pain of the artist.

Somewhere between the stars there is a place for you and me; Where the moon kisses the horizon and the darkness fades away.

I burned all our bridges - not knowing that love knows how to swim.