Mine
May 14, 2014 § 1 Comment
He’ll be offended til he dies thinking these words were more than mine
(these words are only mine my love
these words are only mine
these words are only mine my love
these words are only mine).
But if you want to think you’re selfish, if you feel that you’re unkind, then borrow my words for a day— if they fit right , let them stay
(these words are only mine my love
these words are only mine
these words are only mine my love
these words are only mine).
Her Soul
March 14, 2013 § 39 Comments
“He offered her
power, money, status… « Read the rest of this entry »
Love is Brave
March 4, 2013 § 66 Comments

I don’t think it’s embarrassing to be in love
with someone who doesn’t love you. « Read the rest of this entry »
I like green tea
December 2, 2012 § 29 Comments
dear roman payne
September 9, 2012 § 23 Comments
[I’ll be] the smile on your lips, the beat that forces skips, pleasurable pain you cannot quench.
Muse alive within your pen, wild spirit in your head, sparkling height of all your tales,
your damsel in distress,
character you must pen.
“When someone is mean to me….
July 31, 2012 § 39 Comments
…I just make them a victim in my next book.” ― Mary Higgins Clark
You still love me.
March 1, 2012 § 7 Comments
“You still love me – even if there’s one expression of it that you will always feel and want, but will not give me no longer. I’m still what I was, and you’ll always see it, and you’ll always grant me the same response, even if there’s a greater one that you grant another man. No matter what you feel for him, it will not change what you feel for me, and it won’t treason to either, because it comes from the same root, it’s the same payment in answer to the same values.”
-Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged