“Let the past move past you.”

Heavy is the pain yet she wears it like a feather.

The universe that lives in you is waiting to burst out in view.

In the end no one comes to saves us, we have to save ourselves -be your own fairytale.

A gentle heart can pull others out of darkness, never underestimate the power of your softness.

The past grew a beast in me so I set it free.

Even when you’re at your worst, you deserve a pair hands that hold you up with love.

When the storm settles and the sun clears the way, give yourself the chance to bloom again.

Love her faults knowing she is a flower growing.

Give your heart time it is a gentle thing.

She carried the sun in her smile with her every day felt like summer.

Keep blooming the flowers look beautiful on you.

Let the confidence in your abilities eat away your doubts.

Your mind resembles the galaxies with all its raging complexities.

Though starting over may seem hard you have the strength to make it far.

If pride wears us both our love will see no growth.

Rise like the morning sun and let the good be done.

Children show scars like medals. Lovers use them as a secret to reveal. A scar is what happens when the word is made flesh.

When you do something you love with passion and perseverance, you are already a success. Even if you never hit the big time, who cares?

Love is like a brick. You can build a house, or you can sink a dead body.

We are not mad. We are human. We want to love, and someone must forgive us for the paths we take to love, for the paths are many and dark, and we are ardent and cruel in our journey.

I want to be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.

When I’m in the picture nobody else matters.

I’m starting to love myself for being the disrespectful nigga that I am.

I love my people and I love that God has blessed me to bless others.