“She was fearless, she loved her darkness and basked in her light.”

I thought he was my peace, but instead I became a piece, that resulted in my peace transforming into my poison.

I am not a duplicate multiple soul, rather a unique rare blooming nurturer, so never compare me with other precious souls.

She was his laughter, that filled the air passages with freedom of living, his creator of smiles.

She is a self critic but in a positive manner that doesn’t let the warrior within her get demotivated and sad.

I am a canvas, that I design with colors of identity to madness filled masterpiece of worthiness.

There are those, whose existence drains your life, so never let them rule you.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

The sunset on the beach, calls to her, opens your aura, and releases the power of peace in the air.

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

The art to breathe and smile despite the pressure of anxiety, takes courage and power, keep appreciating yourself.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Her dreams, visions, and goals were in love with her, they beautifully came to life.

Smile and let the one whose existence sparks you, be the generator of your precious curving of the mouth.

You make my life meaningful, she smiled at the woman looking at her in the mirror.

Her delicate shoulders held mountains of pressure but her soul was far more strong than the depth-filled ocean.

Health is a wealth that is irreplaceable and we only realize its value when it starts failing.

There is something immensely dark about wars, they give more reasons to destruct and fewer reasons to reconstruct.

All the colors turned grey, all the lights turned dark, I met you and saw the world collapse.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

Leave me to the moon he understands this side of my darkness.

The dark silhouette of a forgotten rose in a forbidden garden of love; what kind of delicate fragrance of forgiveness it seems to tell my heart about.

You plant flowers In the darkest parts Of me, and then you bathe me in your light. Thank you for Helping me grow.

She was a woman who was once dark and destructive and it took courage to stand in front of her ruthless savageness.

Now I am about to take my last voyage, a great leap in the dark.