“Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.”

Amid the vulnerability lives courage, let your truth be seen.

Heavy is the pain yet she wears it like a feather.

The universe that lives in you is waiting to burst out in view.

In the end no one comes to saves us, we have to save ourselves -be your own fairytale.

A gentle heart can pull others out of darkness, never underestimate the power of your softness.

The past grew a beast in me so I set it free.

Even when you’re at your worst, you deserve a pair hands that hold you up with love.

When the storm settles and the sun clears the way, give yourself the chance to bloom again.

Give your heart time it is a gentle thing.

She carried the sun in her smile with her every day felt like summer.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

If pride wears us both our love will see no growth.

Rise like the morning sun and let the good be done.