“So may you love my roots and my thorns, just as much as you love the rose that I am —but don’t pick on my petals.”

I don’t want to live here, you frame memories I don’t want to remember, and gather your dust on memories I want hold on to.

We fail ourselves in many ways by hoping and praying for people to change, but little do we know the more rely on others, our growth delays.

Let them walk away. They will grasp for air, because of your absence, and because you were already ten steps ahead of them.

Conserving my energy for those who take their time, to find the light in me.

Place your hand over your heart, and tell yourself that love lives here and healing lives here. And pain is no longer welcome here.

Treat her like a dream. Follow her, pursue her, and always remind her that you’ll never give up on her.

It’s okay to fear the things you can’t control, but let go of what you can no longer hold.

My arms spread like wings to your side of the bed, as I close my eyes. The sound of the rain, like music to my ears, my body sinks deep into my sheets. As I fall asleep with my heart in peace.

No matter how often we draw the lines, we will cross them – my favorite type of art.

Do not look for me if you haven’t found yourself first.

The only fire that was left in us, was the one I never lit up within myself.

My city that I will always carry with me like I carry my crown. I’m just a queen from the Boogie Down.

I build you from top to bottom, water each verse with a part of me and I watch you blossom into my true love.

You are enough, when it rains, when the sun rises and when the sunsets.

The softest hearts love the hardest.

Don’t surround yourself with people who run away from growth. Don’t limit yourself knowing you can evolve, do better and be better. Because you deserve better.

I wish it were easy. You know to be brave. And look at myself without quickly wanting to turn away.

Where in the world would a star be without the love of the sky?

Hate is only a form love that hasn’t found a way to express itself logically.

You could love me or hate me I swear it won’t make me or break me. I’m goin where ever the money takes me.

How does it feel to have everything and still suffer from the lack of it? I have all the love in me, but without yours it means nothing at all.

When in doubt, I choose love above any particular ideas offered to me about faith.

The ache in my bones have owned me all my life. Your love is finally setting me free.

I know loving you has consequences. In silence from a distance and alone.