“I’m over the moon but burned under the sun, what I’ve gained I’ve lost all along.”

The view looks so much better when you see the beauty inside of yourself.

Everybody has their trials and tribulations it just depends on if you have motivation.

One quick sip of your memory I let it slip, and I go on without you.

The art of being uncomfortable is a fine one it is necessary to become strong.

A love that is, a love that was, a love that loved.

I thought of you to realize that you haven’t crossed my mind for a while.

You could have shook my whole world luckily I became aware, and I took a turn.

I decide that my vulnerability is my strength I remember to not forget.

Time is by my side I’m not running forward for time is not behind.

Sometimes you need to take a tiny break to take space and reevaluate.

You were the sun that made me see that to be loved is also destined for me.

Tainted colors in summer rain mixed with white to relieve all the pain.

You don’t have to be afraid it’s okay everything will graciously fall into place.

You revived me after my knees were weak, you kept going on towards another peak.

I move a bit slower that is fine because I blossom after I hide.

Writing is my job, and I am employed by god.

Fire and rain; we either drown or we burn.

An endless fire burns within me whispers in my ear and encourages me to grow past what I can see.

She burns like hot water then tastes like sweet tea.

You are all burning desires and questions with no answers.

Tired of being tired burnt out from putting our fires.

The smoke left after the aftermath doesn’t seem to leave the atmosphere, and now it has started to burn my lungs.

Some souls just burn for each other.

Don’t pretend that you care for me don’t pretend you’re there for me I’ll burn some bridges if I need to start to realize that I don’t need you.