“I revel in the solace found when gold rays caress your sleeping face. Blissfully unaware of the beauty they’re revealing.”

It seems strange how we look in the same mirror, yet what stares back, is so painfully different.

These empty halls are crowded, this silence is too loud. Shadows they call out, now i’ve lost what once was found.

You cannot force a vine to grow the fruit of an apple tree, for the sake of your love of apples. What fruit can it possibly bear?

My blood is fifty percent alcohol the other half was you.

Now i’m like you, just a memory floating across, this now foreign land.

You’re my bad habit, on this dark planet, light up my world like stars, now they’re ashes.

I don’t want to forget you, even though its best to, now you’re just the empty space, in my bedroom.

Contemplate your own mortality daily, then see how much we must change.

My closest friend is myself, although he may lie to me, at least i know the lies to be true.

Of all the roses in the bush, you have the sharpest thorns.

A cherry blossom refusing to bow to the seasons; fighting off frozen winds fiercely, for it knows the power held in the beauty, of its bloom.

I want to hear your secrets, to learn their weight, and bare them as my own.

You are a drug that my blood forgot, it needed.

I am who I am today because of you my beautiful country.

I went through the journey of my self love made me the beautiful black and natural woman I am today.

There’s nothing more beautiful than a smile that has struggled through tears.

The unlike is joined together, and from differences results the most beautiful harmony.

You have to allow the paint to break to make it beautiful.

It’s the imperfections that make something beautiful, that’s what makes it different and unique from everything else.

No synonym for God is so perfect as Beauty.

I think beautiful is like looking like you take care of yourself.