I want to be just like the sun. Because after it sets,it rises. And I, too, will rise.
I am at this state —this state where I can't write. Because someone, somehow, managed to make me happy.
I remember....When there was no oneTo disappoint me. I long for those days. I long to be aloneI would say lonely,But I already am
"I love you,"I said. He replied, "Good night."That nightI knewwhat love was for mewas a dream to him
I was not born a poet.I was broken into one.Sandoval
The Fire ConsumedUs. TheSparkIs Gone. AshIs All We Are.
Her diamond eyes,glisteningHer exorbitant smile,shiningHer dear life,never-ceasingShe is a luxuryOnly few can afford