“I am made of flowers, the kind that always grow back even after the frost.”

I have feared change for so long, but the horizon changes all the time and there is still so much beauty under different skies.

I have found that pain has a habit of planting roots in beautiful hearts.

Sometimes i get lost in the forest while the rest of the world sleeps. But i don’t mind. You give me something to come back to.

Into the soft sand I will carve your name and let the ocean steal what little remains.

We were a storm that couldn’t decide where to let the rain fall. I never wanted to let go and you didn’t know how to stop.

Oh, how beautifully you will bloom again.

Nothing grows from spreading hate, You’ll find that out quite soon. But plant some love within its place, the world will surely bloom.

The wild is always changing like a reminder. You do not have to be the same to be beautiful.

Watching the sun rise again over the rooftops i whisper the things i wish would come back, too. Like hope like happiness like you.

Don’t you understand? I do not want you to fight for me. I do not want this to feel like a war.

And sometimes I think I could touch the sky because these hands were made to reach and this heart was built to survive.

Some pain stays but we learn to carry it.

I am always trying to be more than I am instead of remembering that what I am is more than enough.

We broke away from each other like clouds after a storm. But the sun never reappeared for me and I don’t know what to do with all this rain.

The thing about healing is that it keeps growing the more time passes, and the thing about time is that it keep passes.

Like a storm that does not know where to let the rain fall, sometimes i do not know how to let go and other times i do not know how to stop.

Hear the universe sing with every shooting star, blooming petal, and pines in the wind- Love will find you.

The world was expecting her to be a beautiful flower. Society behaved in such a way that turned her into a fierce sword.

And like flowers under the sun’s yellow rays, you will bloom again.

Memories frozen and denied Flowers of my heart withered and dried.

Violets are blue, you have no clue how much I love you.

From all the flowers on the earth, she preferred to be a cactus-to bloom for the one, to push away the rest.

Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

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