My words wear no parachutes as they fall out of my mouth.
Raindrops are my only reminder that clouds have a heartbeat. That I have one, too.
People seldom realize that they tell lies with their lips and truths with their eyes all the time.
A handful of letters doesn't always make a word, love.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
Hope. It's like a drop of honey, a field of tulips blooming in the springtime. It's a fresh rain, a whispered promise, a cloudless sky, the perfect punctuation mark at the end of a sentence. And it's the only thing in the world keeping me afloat.