I had a dream that my lungs filled with toxic waste called air. Each inhale becoming at last, an exhale. An inhale, becoming my last exhale.
I'm running out of time, with another day wasted, fully aware, that this has all been one big flop. I just didn't know how to get to you. And, my biggest regret? I will never know what it was like, to kiss those lips.
Stubbornness and individuality get the better of me
Opening his mouth, letting his words pour out, he went from extraordinary, to extra ordinary.
We are all works in progress
When are you coming back? I miss you - things are lonely here without you.
Every beginning has its ending.
Do you know that you have the most engaging smile?
Songs without music, is pure poetry. Listen, can't you hear the music I’m making?
Without words,there’d be no songs.
He mortgaged his soul to the Devil, to get nothing in return, but the realisation, he was nothing more, but Extra Ordinary
With all those letters, and with all those words, I didn’t even know how write out your name.