“This pain will not serve me, it’s okay to let it go.”

I’m no longer sorry for embracing my power.

The people we love live in the moon. Guiding us on our darkest nights.

Protect your heart and soul from the anxious lies of your thoughts. Stay in the light, stay in the truth.

I want to understand my heart. I seek to learn it’s language.

Self Love isn’t a trend, it’s an emergency.

It’s okay to be sensitive. That’s what happens when you have magic in your heart.

Sing to me, as if all I can hear is your melody.

I want to feel at home in my own heart.

You are everything that’s worth fighting for.

You deserve a love that is a safe place for your soul.

Stop pretending you don’t care. This world needs more people who care.

She is singing you a lullaby, soften and you will hear her song.

What’s courage? Letting love in.

She wore softness as her crown.

Her heart was a gentle stroke of a paintbrush.

She danced with nature for she knew she was never alone.

A wounded heart never stops bleeding.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

Broken hearts and broken dreams, maybe it’s just the way we are meant to be.

A creature lives deep within, rotting far beneath my skin. Touch the pain inside of me, just to let my heart be free.

Even though we tried we still ended up broken shattered, scattered, glass.

And although the strands of your soul feel weary today, your worth remains the same – you are graceful amidst pain.

His palm held the tear, that had tore him down into shards.

All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.