The way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
MOOMERThe way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
MOOMERI closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
MOOMERShe’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.
MOOMERIf only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMERHe could only give her a world in black and white. And all she wanted was a life of color.
MOOMERJump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
MOOMERStop blaming love when it’s people who hurt you.
MOOMERThere is something poetic about the way she floats when she walks now.
MOOMERThese walls are so high, but I refuse to be a prisoner of my past.
MOOMERShe was someone who still believed that she could love with a shattered heart, and that made her remarkable.
MOOMERMisery only ever lingers on those who choose not to see the beauty in anyone, other than themselves.
MOOMERA tragedy is; I choose you. You choose me. Hearts choose safety.
MOOMERShe decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
MOOMERI’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMERNever forget what broke you. And never forget how you put yourself back together.
MOOMERI will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
MOOMER