Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.
Loneliness is the human condition. Cultivate it. The way it tunnels into you allows your soul room to grow.
Oleander time, she said. Lovers who kill each other now will blame it on the wind.
These people picked you up and played with you and then left you lying in the rain
They say drugs are not the answer, but really, what is the question?
She was a beautiful woman dragging a crippled foot and I was that foot. I was bricks sewn into the hem of her clothes, I was a steel dress