“Like a porcelain doll we tend to break; learn to cleave yourself together despite the risk.”

You surf your own wave, even when the tide is high or low, be keen enough to know that you will be crashing onto your own shore.

Silence speaks too many judgments. Sometimes, it echoes more than a scream can crumble space up.

You are worth every piece of gold and glitter that matches the beams of your hazel orbs as they scream with rapture.

Darling, like a growing daisy you are beautiful. Keep in mind that you are ravishing despite the change of season.

I don’t usually speak when I look at you, For beautiful creatures are best enjoyed in silence.

Let me pour onto your glass and let it overflow with abundant love; for your eyes tell me they need refilling, But all you have now is an empty bottle of escaped homes and dreams.

You are your own kind of unique and you are adept enough to make magic with your own hands.

Dreams may be forgotten but the beauty and the remnants of emotion felt will always remain remarkable.

Broken pieces of glass and faded blue skies have taught me that even the slightest of color and fragile things will always remain beautiful if you look at it that way.

You can take away the pain, but the memories will forever haunt you. Don’t let it devour you, Devour them yourself and stand firm.

And as you touched my hands with yours, it felt as if love came back and hungered my soul once more.

It was happy while it lasted, but now it pains as you are holding the knife and twisting it- clockwise.

I told you about the moon, how it feels like your eyes; They both let me know where home is.

A sharp knife is more straightforward than a poisonous apple.

No matter what color, race, language you speak, or profession you practice, as women, Empowering yourselves must always come first.

We all have our own time to shine; Patiently wait for yours to come.

How can this warm heart treat me so cold?

If you allowed it, I’d break all the rules.

It’s as if you like the way the pain lights in my eyes.

Wanting you has been a thirst I have not been able to quench.

My flowers rot beneath my bed. I was too selfish to part with them. I hope their deaths don’t bring hexes. Did I say flowers? I meant my exes.

I called upon your name but there’s nobody there.

You are fragments of a dream I thought I had forgotten long ago.

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