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

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

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

Be kind to others for no reason be the sun in their rainy season.

Look at what our love has done, its seized the fire from the sun.

Let go of control let the joy unfold.

She grew flowers in his heart where once lay darkness.

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.

Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.