I Paint Flowers To Prevent Them From

Passion Is The Bridge That Takes You From Pain To Change.

You Loved A Man With More Hands Than A Parade Of Beggars, And Here You Stand. Heart Like A Four-poster Bed. Heart Like A Canvas. Heart Leaking Something So Strong They Can Smell It In The Street.”

Nothing Is Absolute. Everything Changes, Everything Moves, Everything Revolves, Everything Flies And Goes Away.

At The End Of The Day, We Can Endure Much More Than We Think We Can.

Can One Invent Verbs? I Want To Tell You One: I Sky You, So My Wings Extend So Large To Love You Without Measure.