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1 " Writing became my anchor, my solace, my opiate of choice. "
― Melody Lee , Vine: Book of Poetry
2 " She is psychic a little voodoo magic soulful with cranberry lips eyes full of fantastic. "
3 " Don’t think for one second you can’t be anything you want to be— a warrior, a goddess, a queen-bee. "
4 " I keep stars in my pockets wear daisies in my hair but I tuck you tenderlyin the folds of my heart and take you everywhere. "
5 " Believe me when I confess I am comfortable with the madness in you. "
6 " They should have warned you that little princesses grow up to be red rocks and raging seas, fire dragons and warrior queens. "
7 " Be patient my little wild one, wondrous things take time. A pearl is hidden before it’s refined. A diamond’s luster is dull before revealing brilliant magnificent breathtaking shine. "
8 " You can chain the dragon, but you’ll never tame the beast. "
9 " You’ve got to plant flowers in the center of your soul if you want to bloom. "
10 " They told me to pay attention to my heart; that it would lead me to my purpose, my passion. So, I did, I listened closely to the timbre of my heart and it always brought me back to you. "
11 " Forbidden things— my God, I’m drawn to them like a moth to a flame. "
12 " He watered my soul with love and attention, respect and adoration. He nourished my mind with intellectual stimulation. "
13 " He permeated my heart with his adoring love he fed my body with his body, he doused my wanting desperate lips, my aching skin with sonnets and erotic intimacy. "
14 " Suddenly, two shooting stars collided. Our souls merged. "
15 " Their eyes met, their souls locked, you could feel heat as the love between them caught fire as an explosion of two souls bursting in the atmosphere. "
16 " Once you fall in love with her, you'll never recover. "
17 " Electric interaction arose from our skin. I was learning him, he was discovering me. "
18 " Your body captured my attention, but it was your soul that held my gaze. "
19 " What frightens me most is feeling dead, while having a pulse. "
20 " He was a maniac utterly devoted to loving me, and I loved him in return, unapologetically. "