“I never valued the meaning of words that much, Until I realized how healing they are.”

whenever I look at you my thoughts are full of sensual poetry. But would I write about my feelings for you, my pen would begin to glow and my paper would immediately catch fire.

I turned my scars into wisdom, and my past into lessons learnt.

I can feel you in every part of my body. I do not know how you do it, that you still linger deep inside of my veins bones DNA without even being beside me. But you do and I love that.

When you stumble and fall on your knees, it does not mean you are weak. The only important is your braveness while you stand up again and face it.

Never hold her back from the things she does, with passion in her heart and love in her soul.

LISTEN and SILENT have the same letters. It means, when someone is SILENT then LISTEN, for silence speaks volumes.

If she lets you be a part of her life, you have to understand that she thinks you know how to deal with hurricanes.

In the nights when our souls melt together into one, even the moon blushes.

Pain shapes us into writers, it cuts our veins open like a sharp knife. But while we are about to bleed dry, we turn our blood into ink.

She cannot Conquer your demons. But she can be the guiding light, which shines through the cracks of the darkest corners of your heart to blind them.

My soul is too deep for those who do not dare to dive their head under the waters surface.

Destiny broke her, but poetry saved her.

When I write poems about my feelings for you, it seems that even my words blush.

True love should give you the taste of sugar on your lips, and not the salty aftertaste of tears.

Some people don’t even know, how precious they are. That they carry heart of gold inside their chest, and enchant us every day with their shining light.

Through writing we try to give sense to the thoughts in our heads and the chaos in our souls and the scars in our hearts.

So many holes, but piece by piece we become whole.

She pulled the thorn from her side and turned it into a rose.

Though I sleep with nightmares of the one who hurt me I wake up with the one who heals me.

Inner peace cannot be attained if chaos is where you find comfort.

Healing was not found in mending my brokenness, but in finding peace among the pieces.

There is no point in uprooting yourself to prove to others you can bloom.

This armor I wear so long gets too heavy. This sword I’m clinging to is burdening. I’m so tired of fighting. I just want peace of mind and a safe place for my heart

Sometimes I can’t believe I decided to heal even when I didn’t deserve it. Even when I did.