“She, looked in the mirror and cried but didn’t let her soul to bleed, instead made bruises as roses.”

She wraps her cleansed mirrored soul around the filthy dirty lungs to free them towards sanity.

She is the fertile earth that blooms rubies with her blood and honor.

She breathes with ease only when she knows that her core is special just like her existence.

She wished he was her essence but he wasn’t even worth to breathe the air she lived in.

She is a voice that can never be silenced, even if her echoes are transformed from blood and ink to rare gems.

She is the guardian of innocent souls.

She was fearless, she loved her darkness and basked in her light.

She wished she never knew him, but how would she learn the lesson if it wasn’t because of his filth.

It took her ages to understand that without respect there is no value or love.

How you make use of silence and uniqueness is the key to your rareness.

I deleted my words that had your darkness, instead my words with colors of power.

She never let the bruises of past become an obstacle in her growth and blooming.

She walked the path of dignity as she raised her standards.

I wish that he didn’t insult my loving the ones who wasn’t made from his ribs.

She valued herself to set boundaries without feeling guilty.

Live up to who you are, stop hiding behind excuses.

What is birthday? The only day in your life, your mother smiled when you cried.

You can cry, ain’t no shame in it.

It was a fine cry – loud and long – but it had no bottom and it had no top, just circles and circles of sorrow.

The artist in me cries out for design.

Laugh and the world laughs with you, cry and you’re probably watching the wrong channel.

Crying can bring relief, as long as you don’t cry alone.

Keep me away from the wisdom which does not cry, the philosophy which does not laugh and the greatness which does not bow before children.

People can cry much easier than they can change.