“Movement has incredible healing power.”

There should be laughter, and kisses and comfort.

Love is a choice our heart makes without our permission.

It is hard when a dream comes true but doesn’t last.

Stay close to the people that feel like home.

Try to believe that still within you are flowers left to bloom.

And whenever my mind wanders, it is always to you.

Your eyes was the color of forever.

Action illustrates desire.

Love holds on when everything else lets go.

There are stars in my heart shining for you.

You keep me at a distance when all I want to have you is close.

All I ever wanted with you was everything.

Step back and see who comes forward.

Love is safety to share all our colors.

Light a candle in your heart that never goes out.

Our love lives forever In the land of lost poetry.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

The pearls on her wrist, giving out the green light of emerald nurturing, sparks the flame of life in his eyes.

Poetry is a feeling, a feeling of healing.

I am more stretch marks than the skin, more growth than shame.

Some memories never leave you, some moments never fade away, sometimes the trauma is persistent even if all your scars have healed.

To be healed by sunlight is the most divine miracle of all.

When you honor your emotions you are honoring your healing and growth.

From here I forgive you for how you held me with your hands but mostly I forgive myself for how I let you.