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

She is the guardian of innocent souls.

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

She wished she never knew him, but how would she learn the lesson if it wasn’t because of his filth.

It took her ages to understand that without respect there is no value or love.

How you make use of silence and uniqueness is the key to your rareness.

I deleted my words that had your darkness, instead my words with colors of power.

She never let the bruises of past become an obstacle in her growth and blooming.

She walked the path of dignity as she raised her standards.

I wish that he didn’t insult my loving the ones who wasn’t made from his ribs.

She valued herself to set boundaries without feeling guilty.

Live up to who you are, stop hiding behind excuses.

I transformed my focus and mind from pain and complains to creative conquests.

She, looked in the mirror and cried but didn’t let her soul to bleed, instead made bruises as roses.

He emptied her to fill his soul which had inifinte pores.

Take care of yourself, there is none like you.

She is a guardian of earth, which has bloomed with her sacrifices.

Love is a flower that grows in any soil, works its sweet miracles undaunted by autumn frost or winter snow, blooming fair and fragrant all the year, and blessing those who give and those who receive.

Love is not worth the pain. I just want to like you. A lot.

The power of finding beauty in the humblest things makes home happy and life lovely.

Some stories are so familiar its like going home.

It’s amazing how lovely common things become, if one only knows how to look at them.

Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.

Laugh often, the universe always falls in love with a little bit of madness.

Loving you became just a different way to hate myself.