“Make love to me in Spanish. Not with that other tongue. I want you juntito a mi, tender like the language crooned to babies. I want to be that lullabied, mi bien querido, that loved.”— Sandra Cisneros, amazon.com
“I decided to baptize our bed, With another man's scent. A rebirth, free from your aura. I'm going to roll around And make lust on our Egyptian linen. Then I will shred them to pieces.”— Mirtha Michelle Castro, amazon.com
“Are you like me? Do you give too much, too quickly? Do you throw yourself blindly at the world, thinking it will always open its arms up to you?”— Lang Leav, thoughtcatalog.com
“Our epic story began long ago, From the day that we met, I loved you so, Wish I had the chance to relive the past, To change the day our bitter fate was cast.”— Annamarie Jayne, allpoetry.com
“Tripping over my own tongue, as hurtful words spill forth… caught tenderly, in the soft pocket, of your forgiveness.”— Gildas Poems, gildaspoems.wordpress.com
“I am tired of being taken for granted. If only I could get back a fraction of what I give. But my efforts go unrecognized, and my soul keeps wishing to be noticed, to be valued; to be understood.”— Lang Leav, facebook.com