“My soul was left with a cosmic radiance, blooming into wildflowers.”

S-T-I-T-C-H your heart with tones of self love.

The poet in you is still remembered.

Somewhere while loving you, I forgot to love myself.

Its in you where i belong.

Once, I found myself breaking down between “its okay” and “its not”.

The world is in search of the happiness in you.

Bloom with your colors and fluttering wings of hope and smiles.

I am in love with the flickering stars that illuminated your darkest nights.

We deserve sunshine and hope; and stitches for bruised hearts.

I flew with my dandelion dreams into the wild, unknown.

Blurred tomorrows are here to bring you smiles.

My mind eclipsed with love notes I wrote at night.

I build my empire with stars and words.

Define your steps with your success story.

My mind calls together for the wild and serene.

My soul no longer sings the same chorus.

The desert weed lives on, but the flower of spring blooms and wilts.

Thy Return is as another Sun to Heaven; a new Rose blooming in the Garden of the Soul.

By Fate full many a heart has been undone, And many a sprightly rose made woe-begone; Plume thee not on thy lusty youth and strength: Full many a bud is blasted ere its bloom.

The rose that once has bloomed forever dies.

She is the perfume that scents the environment she blooms in.

She spills the oceans of words and feelings on the pages of earth, transforming it into the green blooming planet.

Sometimes your heart was meant to break, so these broken pieces of yours can bloom in a garden of self-love.

Water your scars with self-love and watch them bloom into flowers of strength.