“Hearts watered with love grow into flowers.”

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.

Let the stillness wash over you and bring a silence to the storm.

We travel great distances to find ourselves when we need to only look within.

I am dead to them, even though I once flowered.

With freedom, flowers, books, and the moon, who could not be perfectly happy?

Normality is a paved road: It’s comfortable to walk, but no flowers grow on it.

For every drop of rain, a flower grows.

Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder.

Books are like seeds. They can lie dormant for centuries and then flower in the most unpromising soil.

When you’re surrounded by flowers, you breath better.

If we could see the miracle of a single flower clearly our whole life would change.