“You don’t need to be strong all the time, for only a fool will move against the currents rather than flow against it.”

Beauty now lies behind some of the deepest of scars where pain once called home.

There is magic in shattering, for the most beautiful masterpieces are made from broken glass.

They ask me what it is to be a woman, as if I have to explain what it is to be a human.

I’ve seen far too many people lose their chance, waiting for others to catch up.

Never allow for temporary thoughts take over the permanence of your heart.

Alas, we found ourselves living in a broken world with sad souls but happy masks.

Those who try to break you, come shattered themselves.

She deserved her skies of rainbows, after the many storms her mind endured.

And suddenly days slowed down when I didn’t have you by me.

I’m simply a wildflower unaware of where I’ve come from, but allow me some sun and rain and see me bloom.

My love, we walk amongst a crowd of lonely hearts.

From the dark depths of my soul came an intense passion for prose.

Don’t worry about me for a queen not needs a king to rule.

You were always only ever meant to be just you, not what you think they wanted to have made of you.

I drown amongst those pretending to save me.

Fireworks feel different when the fire lives within.

Why do I push up against the ones who will not have me like a wave pushing its way on the sand when my people are in the ocean and we naturally flow to protect each other.

A river that flows holds no grudges so you don’t either.

Admire your sweet way of glowing; your passionate way of flowing.

Thoughts in bottles battled and shattered the glass of their containers, which floated in the ocean like a sun made of diamonds.

You flowed into me so delicately, like a beautiful twist of fate. I inspired you as you moved me in an alluring turn of phrase.

I fondled you. You fondled me. I sucked you. You sucked me. And out of nowhere, the rivers began to flow.

Let your heat melt me. Let my desires flow down slowly from my thighs into the bedsheet.

My style has always been my own, just like my flow and style.