“The berries of her love bleed, wilt and get scorched with the harshness of pain that is masked by smile.”

Each day she works towards recharging her self towards the alignment of truth.

The desire that surpases the norm of the soul warns the mind of upcoming danger.

Her soul is the crystal that sees the soothing tones of pleasurable longing of mind.

She is a lioness with calming behavior of dignity.

She is a blessing that will be honored and missed by the void in the hearts and souls forever.

She holds a light within her which is a streak of beauty and abundance.

I take conscious initiative to self love my existence for better moments.

I pledge to set standards of what is acceptable to my sanity and what to phase out.

Every wind brings chaos and toxicity but it is upto me to transform with grace.

I will stand firm and tall like the sunflower and away from the line of damage.

I am a garden, that will only allow kindness and compassion to take roots.

Rise with the fire of survival and make the soul proud.

Grow from the fall of the game that was dealt as a lesson.

Slowly go forth with the drive to excel with compassion and intellect, far more beautifully than the fire that was to set ablaze the existence.

I understand that if it hurts, which it does immensely, I was being thawed, I was healing and blooming to feel and embrace the pain, so that I would grow from the seeds and roots of my story, into a tree of inspiration.

I am a woman whose realizing her aura, capacity and capability to thrive and excel, a woman who knows what personal feats are while branding her mark professionally and passion based.

She bleeds the life of golden rose from her lips whenever she kisses.

My soul bleeds poetry, dipped in blue scented lies.

Mold me into poetry. Make me flow beautifully and deep. Write me into rhythmic verses with silent words that make me weep. Paint me with emotions like a bleeding sunset on a shore.

Every heart hides, wounds that never bleed.

Life is a velvet crowbar hitting you over the head, youre bleeding syrup amour, bleeding to death.

If you don’t heal the wounds of your childhood, you bleed into the future.

I wanna cut you outta my dreams, Till i am bleeding out.

A man strikes you, make him bleed. He makes you bleed, you break his bones. He breaks your bones, kill him. Being hit is inevitable, strike back twice as hard.