Loving you was like jumping into the dark side of a pool, and drowning.

Being alone is better than being your whore.

Dear Lover,Your laughter is warm rain, and you are the rainbow.

what is a journeywithout someone who wandersif sometimes a pairis made of two

solder. this is meand you together

...but beautiful mosaics are made of broken pieces.

All of my insecuritiesshine in the dark.

Pina colada kisses and cocaine nipsnever lie, swear to me that this feeling is real.

Dear Lover...you are the only man, who never hurt me, but broke my heart.

I wanted you mine. I wanted me yours.

You love meand love me notyour love is an arm of clockjoining hands with mineonly to leave me again

cherry reddenim tornholding closethe smell of warm

You will be my souvenir in American summer,when all I can think about are Parisian springs.