Some people, when they hear an echo, think they originated the sound.
I love you and I always will and I am sorry. What a useless word.
The echoes of beauty you've seen transpire, Resound through dying coals of a campfire.
I kept this to remind me of you trying to brush away the Villa Rossa from your teeth in the morning, swearing and eating aspirin and cursing harlots. Every time I see that glass I think of you trying to clean your conscience with a toothbrush.
I try not to borrow, first you borrow then you beg.
One battle doesn't make a campagin, but critics treat one book, good or bad, like a whole war.