There's something about her.
It's not her smile or grace,
It's not her beauty or race,
It's not her scent or warm embrace,
Maybe it's her laugh or the shape of her face.
No, that's not the case.
It's just her.

Emotional pain was the price I paid on the path to becoming a woman. So excuse me if I’m not clueless like a little girl.

He pulled me close and said, "Katie, don't leave me, you're my breath, I refuse to live without you."
It was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, but I still walked away, because my name is Anne Marie.

We danced on broken glasses,
painting a bloody masterpiece on the floor.
The painful it got, the harder we danced.
We didn't care about scars because it was us, dancing on broken glasses - with each other.

I have a desperate desire to put a ring on your finger. For there's nothing sexier than kissing a glistering hand in the sun.

She's vodka in a sexy lingerie and high heels.
I'm always drunk.