“Kill those harmful butterflies in your heart, before it kill you.”

Those little paws gifted me the galaxy of a sweet home.

Be strong enough to bloom even in the storm.

Water your soul with sprinkles of self-love.

Wrap your soul with a blanket of kindness even in all odds.

Believe in the rainbow, rather than a wild storm.

Paint your scars with the ink of hope.

Embrace those storms that lead you to your waves of dreams.

follow the map of your soul even amidst all changes.

Allow your heart to paint a hopeful sky of miracles.

Some thunders are meant to mould your heart into art.

Those gun shots may take their home and wealth, but can’t change their heart.

Even the moon adore the way your brave heart beats.

Scars are lessons which reveal your true way.

Incomplete phases are still attractive, so do your brave heart.

Oh darling, melt your own soul with flames of self love.

Accept the storm before you expect the rainbow.

We are like butterflies who flutter for a day and think it is forever.

What the caterpillar calls the end, the rest of the world calls a butterfly.

The caterpillar does all the work, but the butterfly gets all the publicity.

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee.

We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.

In my world, everyone’s a pony and they all eat rainbows and poop butterflies!

All my butterflies are dead.

Well, I must endure the presence of a few caterpillars if I wish to become acquainted with the butterflies.