My Loneliness Tasted Like Pennies.

A Person Didn’t Need To Be Beautiful, They Just Needed To Be Loved. But I Couldn’t Help Wanting It. If That Was The Way I Could Be Loved, To Be Beautiful, I’d Take It

Whenever She Turned Her Steep Focus To Me, I Felt The Warmth That Flowers Must Feel When They Bloom Through The Snow, Under The First Concentrated Rays Of The Sun.

It's Such A Liability To Love Another Person.

What Can She Possibly Teach You, Twenty Seven Names For Tears?

She’s Never Where She Is,' I Said. 'she’s Only Inside Her Head.