John Keats, when asked about his ideal woman said, 'like a milk-white lamb that bleats for man's protection.' Why did you even give her the honour of being compared to an animal? It was her duty to give birth, her duty to sacrifice her life so you may live yours and her duty to be the most loving person on earth. Why give her this privilege?

I fell for him each day till I hit the ground. Till there was nothing left to fall for.

It's funny how just a smile from you can make my day. I hate the effect you have on me. I wonder when did life become so complicated.

Broken hearts gave us the best poets in the world.