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Words About Her / Wedding Style Inspiration / LANE

She was never crazy. She didn't let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild, and sometimes we need people like her. For it's the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours, and she was always willing to burn for everything she ever loved.

Habits are hard to break

She was like a drug. I knew she was my doom but the thrill was worth dying for. She was my drug and I, like the addict who didn't know how to quit.

Melancholy Madness:  This poem came up in my search and I thought it fit quite nicely with the play.  Ophelia could be the speaker... her madness especially in the flower scene has a disturbing beauty.  Also, Hamlet is a popular, handsome prince, loved by the people.  He is though, tortured and unable to find peace.  Something about the imagery of melancholy as beautiful and yet also destructive was apt.

He admired my melancholy madness and said it was graceful and beautiful. But it was neither of those things. I was a hurricane at the center of a collapsing, burning building. And i wasn't someone to be admired at all.