A simple smile, a tender touch, speaks the true language of love.
Love like a phantoms lights but hold in the heart, it builds like the empty smile adorning a statue with sightless eyes.
Waiting for wisdom to open the cage, we forged in the fires of the innocent age.
When you are not near me, I make the sound of one hand clapping.
I do what I believe in. I do good work, and the people who appreciate it, fine, and those who don't, fine, that's good.
Too many hearts have been broken, failing to trust what they feel.