“She stood at the tip of obstacles, but never blind to the light of faith.”

She held the sand, whispered to it, you were not mine and this is why you slip away so easily.

No amount of blackmail was ever going to maker her bow down, she was a wolfish eagle warrior, alone and powerful.

He held the heart in his hand, squeezed it, it bleed to death, he pumped life again, repeated the cycle, that is how she was destroyed.

I love you madly, and the very thought of you not breathing with synced breaths as mine, kills me.

The butterfly inked on her neck was an indication of her ever evolving soul.

She is the garden of life that embraces darkness with a smile and reimburses it with sparkles.

Her mirror was special, it outlined her heart’s cracks that were filled with gold.

She is a rose, who is protected by the fireflies.

I affirmed each sunrise, that I would attain my power back slowly but surely by being bold and letting go of my fear.

I tamed the dragon, that had a heart of a marshmallow, with eyes that glowed with naughtiness.

The connection is protected within the shells of deep water, that harness the adorned pearl of their love and life.

My soul gathers the breaths of my sanity and beholds them in the jar like fireflies on a dark night.

I affirmed that I would choose freedom and valuing my emotions through the ink of my pen and enlightenment of the soul.

Never, ever, again, test me, or else the volcanic eruption of my patience and power can melt you into ashes.

I pledge to gather the dust and particles of my yesteryear’s burnt-out galaxies of memories until they transform into medals of victory in the museum of my life.

Her breaths are filled with magic, and the veins sparkling with his kisses.

Some men make fortunes, but not to enjoy them for, blinded by avarice, they live to make fortunes.

Seeing is better than being blind, even when seeing hurts.

There’s none so blind as those who will not listen.

People are so blind to some of the simplest facts in everyday life that they are highly surprised when somebody calls attention to what everybody ought to know.

Blind are those who see only through eyes.

Why do I see in a world gone blind? I always longed to find the answers, took chances. Asked for the veil to thin. Fault? Mine. Left questioning; my eyes, blessings or curses?

The will determines itself; it should not be described as blind, any more than vision should be described as deaf.

Will you seize the day or waste it away? The finitude of time always on the mind. Will you see your future glory, or will you still remain blind?