“This cruel world fails to embrace the beauty of tender souls and then wonders why everyone turns cold?”

My lips have been silenced for so long, my own voice feels like a stranger.

There are dreams in my eyes that hold you. Even with the moon and the stars, I would still look at you. On the hard days, I hope you remember what you mean to me. You are magic the world failed to see. You are my dream come true.

You saved me. When I thought there was no love for me, you gave me the love of my dreams. Even if it was for a short span of time. you are a miracle I will forever remember.

As a child, I swallowed the hurt. Now, at the slightest touch, I bleed.

All I do is exist and hide the abuse written all over my skin.

The first step towards healing is reflection. From reflection comes awareness, and from awareness we must move towards acceptance. From acceptance, we can take action. And in action comes healing.

All I wanted was to be held by you, thank you for setting me free.

Somedays, I miss you so much I can’t breathe. I cry and cry but it only makes my heart feel heavier. Tonight feels like one of those times. Your absence will be the death of me.

This longing breaks me. Rips my heart open and kills me. Your loss takes out even the worst of me. Your absence will be the death of me.

Somedays, I’m an overflowing fountain, a chaotic ocean or an untamed river. But even on the hard days, kindness is a possibility I always choose.

I’ve never been much of a dancer. But healing is a song I’ve been learning to dance on.

I stopped complaining about things I didn’t have, and poured gratitude for what I did. Life became lighter and more fulfilling. Desire didn’t hold onto me like it earlier did. Happiness filled in like light, and life started to feel like a blessing.

Everyday is a discovery of the person I am becoming, or I always was, but only now realizing.

You are a miracle. Every essence of you is magic. On days you doubt yourself, I hope you know, the universe resides in you.

I keep you in my heart, like a dream unfulfilled. Like an incomplete wish. Like something I can crave but never have. Ever since the beginning of time, what has love been anyway? if not longing or heartbreak?

Aren’t all poets born from tragedy?

It’s the beauty in her, But when the makeup occur, I don’t see it, All i see is a blur.

Love is the beauty of the soul.

Beauty starts in your head, not in your mirror.

One of my beauty secrets is that I dry brush every morning before I shower. It’s a great way to get your circulation going and remove dead skin cells.

I love to dry body brush every day as it improves circulation and exfoliates.

The pride of youth is in strength and beauty, the pride of old age is in discretion.

Put your phone down & held your head up long enough to discover the beauty of life.

There is beauty in everything, but people somehow find a way to ruin it all.