My heart is a chamber of smoke - It pumps on the puffs of your memories

Memories are our chosen moments. You let my winter define me. Yet I continue to relish your spring.

Love is a thought to be romanticized, Not a concept begging implementation.

Reality grew paler as my imagination riped.

Her indifference broke my heart; her absence, my spirit.

If I be mad, be crazy for me If I be lad, be a lady for me If I be Gatsby, be the Daisy for me Except, My lover, be daily for me

There are people with an impeccably black or white eye towards things until... Love gifts them grey.

If sleep is a deprivation from your being, I would rather be an insomniac for eternity.