My lost soul is the casualties of a brokenheart.

Have you ever listened to the lips of a broken heart? You will have a hard time hearing the whispers for help.

They say time heals a broken heart. What heals the trust to venture love again?

Shallow is the soul from the blinding eyes of someone who measures beauty by a person's body not by the size of their heart.

Through every moment, through every event good or bad, there's a mark of time planted in someone's soul.

Saddest thing to know when a woman needs a man desperate enough that she is willing to throw her body and soul back to the same wolves that devoured her entity.