But dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.
YOHAN ACOSTABut dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.
YOHAN ACOSTAMay I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAI am sorry for wounding you with my sharp edges before taking pain to refine and mend yourself.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhen you master the art of being alone, darling you are indestructible.
YOHAN ACOSTAYour faults are your wounds. And I don’t feel any anger at all. What I feel, is compassion.
YOHAN ACOSTAYour tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.
YOHAN ACOSTAMay I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAI am a moth madly captivated by the fire in you.
YOHAN ACOSTAHow would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhen the dust has settled, turn off the revving, restless engine inside you.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhy bloom in hell when you are not a flower conceived in there.
YOHAN ACOSTAWhat a sight of storm you are as a lie beside me in your deep, peaceful slumber.
YOHAN ACOSTAYou cannot always get the validation from others, even from the people you love.
YOHAN ACOSTAIts neither politics or religion. Music is the universal love language.
YOHAN ACOSTADon’t go out dating others just because you feel empty or because you want to feel alive. You do it for the right reason.
YOHAN ACOSTARead me gently and unhurriedly. Please. My pages crumble at your slightest touch.
YOHAN ACOSTA