“Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.”

When it’s meant for you, you won’t have to fight for it to stay.

No one can help you love yourself. The healing starts with you.

Water yourself with love so the seeds in you may grow.

Theres no shame in needing softness if your heart speaks in flowers.

She was a walking poem. A thunderstorm of emotions demanding to be felt.

The depth of your soul cannot be reached by those afraid to swim.

Though life will always change let your light remain the same.

How strange that our hearts heal from the same thing that broke it -love.

The heart will welcome destruction to avoid tasting loneliness -why we stay.

Your hands find me my skin has been waiting for this, for hands that speak with tenderness.

When you finally let go peace begins to flow.

All the grey and gloom was colored by the light she bloomed.

Nothing can bury you if you have the strength to grow.

The rain that’s been so heavy, is only a reminder of the harvest that’s coming.

The darkest night always ends in morning light.

Never forget your power, for in your heart you yeild flowers.

Honey, you are a rose.

At night when I can’t sleep, I imagine I’m a sunflower trying to find the light to nourish my growth.

Wildflowers need water, so I too must not chase away the rain.

A woman like you is worth so much more than ordinary you deserve endless amounts of love and salvation with every breath, flowers grow from within your lungs never forget how irresistible you are.

We dream of roses and grow like weeds.

All the flowers in my house dried up and died, maybe because only they have seen me when nobody is around.

To see her smile is to look at all the flowers of the world blossoming at once.

I know April showers are meant to bring May flowers but what if the rain doesn’t slow down and all the flowers just drown.