“When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles and rhymes and was his only job to put them down? What if he couldn’t get… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“On a second note, though, I have something to say about pain. There are lots of kinds of pain. Pain of smashing your fingers… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“There are so many things to say; so many things that can't really be said. So much has happened; so little has changed. We… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“When a poet settled down to write a poem, could he foresee the lines he would write? Did his head constantly spin with riddles… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“Once upon a raindrop, I landed on Depression. My umbrella broke and broke me with it's bones. It hurt but didn't, and it eased… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“There is pain in these eyes that you don't see. There is hurt in this heart that's killing me.” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“And though I was currently living a fairy tale, some part of my soul knew that happiness couldn't last forever. I didn't deserve a… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“You never really know what's coming. A small wave, or maybe a big one. All you can really do is hope that when it… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“Oh, the time we spent alone The hours wishing we could have it back again Lie in bed awake wishing for each other” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“He leaned down and kissed my forehead. The soft melody of his lips was calming. I closed my eyes. I could smell his human… — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
“It will always come and go. All you can do is hold on to the happy moments once the sad ones wash in.” — Alysha Speer Copy Share Image
