Don't tell me the sky's the limit when there are footprints on the moon.

There ain't no money in poetry, that's what keeps the poet free. I've had all the freedom I can stand.

She's my pride, my winning prize, always a surprise, to look into her eyes, see her free soul, as soap that slips from the grip of control; a stroll through the park on a dark night with stars to spark the sky, heaven with no price tag I realize, love is the same: endless, priceless, full bliss; to have this princess I pinch myself thinking this is a dream, but to my reprise, I can only say I am now, at last, alive.

our love likestepping on to a planesitting down in a carwalking on unknown land will either take us to where we belongor throw us into darkness

Strike a match, ignite my past.

She's no angel.He's no saint.

I'm not like themBut I can pretend

I'm not a wannabe. I'm who I wannabe.

To share is precious, pure and fair.Don't play with something you should cherish for life. Don't you wanna care, ain't it lonely out there?

My feet took an involuntary step backward as I suddenly envisioned a world where I wasn't a hot tempered smartass. It was a pretty world.

It's a breath you took too late.It's a death that's worse than fate.

No use wishing now for any other sin.

But every stroke of the brush, every lyric, every word whispered between human beings resulted from the pain of being alone. In our haunted heads, our imperfect bodies. Islands carved from clay and bone, our skulls like shells full of mist.

So you take her to the pictures,trying to become a fixture.Inch by inch trying to reach her,all the way through the second feature.Worrying about your physical fitness,tell me how you got this sickness?

I don't wanna be a lover,I just wanna be your victim.

I will find comfort in the rhythm of the sea.

I always think of each night as a song. Or each moment as a song. But now I'm seeing we don't live in a single song. We move from song to song, from lyric to lyric, from chord to chord. There is no ending here. It's an infinite playlist.

But it's easier to say 'I love you',than 'Yours, sincerely' I suppose.

There's a girl in this dress,there's always a girl in distress.

In the half light of morning, in a world between the sheets I swear I saw her angel wing, my vision was completefrom TIGHTROPE - Stone Roses

love is but an echo in her head