"You feel right to me," she said. "Like naked on cashmere." Atticus presents a daily poetry reading
“If I Am Not Worth Your Apology” by Najwa Zebian If I am not worth your apology,you are not worth me
“To Jeanie” by Mark Twain Good-bye! a kind good-bye,I bid you now, my friend,And though 'tis sad to
All life is a revolt against deathand all revolts are eventually quelled.The question is:in those mo
“Maps” by Christopher Poindexter I am yours.I am yours as the starsbelong to the skyand I am yours a
Does the sun promise to shine?No, but it will—even behind the darkest clouds,and no promisewill make
"i carry your heart with me" by e e cummings i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)i am
We collided by mistakefate dancingin the raftersas I wanderedthe roomuntil I saw youlaughing to a fr
The simplest truthis that wefall in love with the way someone makes us feel or doesn’tand that’s pre
“I Don’t Know When” by JmStorm i don’t know wheni fell in love withyou because I cannotpoint to a da
"I Am Sensitive” by Najwa Zebian I am sensitive.It means that when I laugh,I laugh my heart out.And
“I Am Not Yours” by Sarah Teasdale I am not yours, not lost in you,Not lost, although I long to beLo
When I first met youI remembered youfrom a hundred different dreamsand there you werefor me to lovea
“We Laid In Bed” by Christopher Poindexter We laid in bedand watched the clocksaround us danceuntil
We lost ourselveseyes shut in a kissour lips the threadthat held us to the earth like a balloonwhil
It’s not the fear of losing themthat scares us,it’s that we have given themso many of our piecesthat
“Remember” by Christina RossettiRemember me when I am gone away,Gone far away into the silent land;W
"Out Here On This Very Day” by Prince Neptune (Cody Simpson) Out here on this very dayWe journey fur
"Her Heart Sank Into Her Shoes” by F. Scott FitzgeraldHer heart sank into her shoesas she realized a
Today I opened a bookand found a flowerthat you’d pressed—it was orangeand redand yellowand small.An
Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep by Mary Elizabeth FryeDo not stand at my grave and weepI am not th
