I Am The Sun

did you honestly think i was a low-rent motel? run-down and worn out, offering cheap hourly rates and welcoming anyone with a pulse? no.

This Is How A Heart Breaks

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in the way they stirred your spirit and made you feel alive.

My Heart Will Always Be Your Home

The day I met you – no, the moment I met you — I just couldn’t help myself. I went and built a home for you in my chest within the walls of my ribcage.