“To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.”

Those who broke you were once the glue that held your pieces together.

Have I known it was going to end this way; I would’ve kept some love for myself, & chose me over you.

You’re a creation of my own heart, moving swiftly in between my words; masking every thought. feeding on every emotion & leaving traces of emptiness in a soul full of longing.

Your mistakes don’t define you, what you choose to do to fix them does.

There is an empty place in my heart where i’ll grow a garden using the love you’ve planted.

Seek the love that you deserve & only then will you learn the value of self-worth.

How will we learn to fly if we never allow ourselves to fall?

Sometimes in the act of moving on you relive pain everyday until there’s nothing left to feel anymore.

They say love comes in waves; yours is the only ocean I’m willing to drown in.

I’m stuck reliving old memories. moving aimlessly from one memory to another, in hopes of finding solitude; a serenity I never got to experience.

We’re a creation of words, constantly looking for acceptance in places we don’t belong.

To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

You were a beautiful dream but dreams dont last long.

I’m seeking endings for tales that have never begun.

See the beauty in everything. Start with yourself.

A Black beauty has to protect her skin at all cost.

Sometimes waiting and seeing things unfold has its own beauty.

Look around. Look at what we have. Beauty is everywhere, you only have to look to see it.

Trust the patience. Embrace the uncertainty. Enjoy the beauty of life.⁠

The answer must be, I think, that beauty and grace are performed whether or not we will or sense them. The least we can do is try to be there.

I cried over beauty, I cried over pain, and the other time I cried because I felt nothing. I can’t help it. I’m just a cliché of myself.

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