“You spent years planting red flags convincing me they were roses.”

The loss of innocence is inevitable bitterness does not have to be.

I no longer know how to find myself under the weight of who I had to be.

In hard times stay soft.

What does a caged bird know about freedom?

Those who are capable of great love will always pay in great grief.

The snow will keep all of your secrets or none of them.

The contradiction of my lips so cold outside so warm within.

I am never going to stop trying to translate meaning from mundane.

I will bring you all of my dead flowers if you will breathe me a promise of spring.

Don’t talk to me like I am a lost little girl I am a wolf and these are my woods.

No matter the storm you are still standing to guide me home.

I am an expert at breaking my own heart.

The sun and moon are both awake, flirting from across the sky.

Without question, you have been the greatest adventure of my life.

There is no point in uprooting yourself to prove to others you can bloom.

The only thing that fills the void is pulling things out of it.

His kisses make her blossom like a flower in the wild softly unfolding her petals to expose the magic hidden inside.

Her looks were as delicate and fragile as a wildflower but her soul was strong and raw like a warrior.

Darling daisies kiss as spring awakens today her heart and soul sings.

You’re my sunflower girl teaching me that magic is found in the wild that we are.

Petals and thorns grew hand in hand, realizing themselves, the oneness in them didn’t seem afar!

Honey, not every flower belongs to your garden.

Don’t be afraid to bloom even in the darkest of times, just like moonflower blooms in the depths of the night.

You could see a butterfly as just a butterfly, or you could see it as an iridescent flower amidst the endless periwinkle blue skies.