“Let the music fill the empty patches of your soul. And heal you.”

Poetry is music for the lost.

I refuse to let age take away the magic I believed in as a child.

You do not have authority to hurt me anymore.

His lips touched mine and suddenly all the colors in the world hit me at full force.

The distance between us is long but my love covers all grounds.

I build my own walls yet I am not strong enough to tear them down.

I’m coming home but this time with softer edges.

I may not have been able to keep my heart, but I’ve kept my strength.

I wonder how many scars I would see if I cut you open to reveal all your truths.

It’s comforting to know that I can still make a home in the places we used to occupy.

Everything I want is in your hands. And yet you have nothing to give.

The battle between emotion and logic is most brutal.

Come sleep in my heart. Make a home of it there.

Before I met you, I had a lion within me.

Emotions are such complex concepts to understand.

The light found me in the palm of your hand.