People Make The Rules Of Society, Not

At The End Of The Rainbow Waited The Pot Of Gold. But Rainbows Were Made Of Faint And Fragile Gossamer-and Gold Weighed A Ton-and Since The World Began, Gold Was The Reason To Do Most Anything.

Love … I Put So Much Faith In It. Truth … I Kept Believing It Falls Always From The Lips Of The One You Love And Trust The Most. Faith … It’s All Bound Up To Love And Trust. Where Does One End And The Other Start, And How Do You Tell When Love Is The Blindest Of All?

I Am A Pretty, Useless Ornament Who Always Believed She'd Have A Man To Take Care Of Her.

Only Someone Who Had Cried A Great Deal Understands Why Someone Else Wants To Stop The Tears.

Promises Are Lies Wrapped In Pretty Ribbons -cinnamon