Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.
OPHELIA SCARLETTPoetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.
OPHELIA SCARLETTJust realized that moonlight was just a matchmaker for the stars.
OPHELIA SCARLETTEverything seems to be a design – a mixture of prejudice and injustice – the limbo of silence.
OPHELIA SCARLETTListen to the beat of beauty with your heart.
OPHELIA SCARLETTHe painted her red sky with every tone of love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTYou gave me the courage to rise but my darling robin why did you fly leaving me behind these four walls all alone?
OPHELIA SCARLETTIt’s unconditional; their chemistry is unconditional – forever.
OPHELIA SCARLETTAt times being oblivious keeps me more alive in this chaos.
OPHELIA SCARLETTSeek you in me in your darkest times.
OPHELIA SCARLETTMemory is not your enemy. The real enemy is your desires, chasing your past lamenting over and over.
OPHELIA SCARLETTWe love to live with sweet lies until reality touches the edges, of those sweet lies.
OPHELIA SCARLETTIf I had wings and could fly I’d fly all seas to see your unseen beauty amid the whispers of love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTTo those who say self-love is selfish, you are either hunted or haunted.
OPHELIA SCARLETTLoneliness is an art shaped by self-love.
OPHELIA SCARLETTWe all bound by beauty with a touch of singularity.
OPHELIA SCARLETTDestiny is wisdom.
OPHELIA SCARLETT