You can live without me, and I can live without you, but who's to say we didn't already die.

It's only a Summer shower , child ,-not a storm-, like cool mornings in April -they come and go ! Like crows in treetops at the break of day , they warm up , cackle and fly away !- It's only a shadow , child , they come out at night , like crickets , the moon , fireflies and lights . It's only the rain child , feeding the grass , by morning you'll know that the shower has passed !....

I plunged into what I thought was someplace beautiful, but I can no longer pretend. I only want to set this world on fire.

I told you the carnies were ripoff artists, but  If you really wanted, you could have said the real prize was the love in the air that night.

And she wrote
About the way the sky looked
At the end of the day
About the way the stars danced
When she looked at them through her telescope
About the poem she read
That made her cry
About the ocean
As it found its way to the shore
About the storm she witnessed
As it angrily shot out lightning
All beautiful things
All beautiful things

But most importantly,
She wrote about you.
About your kind eyes
And your soft smile
And the way you could talk to her
And the way you laughed
The way you would look at her
Like no one else did
You understood
All beautiful things
All beautiful things

When you get dealt a **** hand, and have no eyes to stare into along with an,"it's okay".
Remember that you can walk away. And you may not be the happiest you can be, but you can still be happy. And you can tell yourself that it'll be okay.

I didn't know what your heart desired, and we can say that's all there is to it. I'm very afraid, but you don't need to say it's okay this time around.