“There is so much rain in my heart and yet it feels so empty. Then I remember, for flowers to grow, you need sunshine too.”

Love built me and then, ruined me.

And when instead of flowers your heart grows thorns – that’s when you know it does not love.

I cry because I don’t know how to help you, but I can’t even help myself.

Be my home. Be my peace. Kiss my wounds & bring me peace. Is it really love, if it cannot heal?

He feels like a long-lost lover who’s finally found his way back home to me.

My grief screams. It screams to be free. For too long it has been trapped in me.

Is the love you are getting, also the one you deserve?

A love like ours could have set the whole world to flames, our love could have put the brightest star to shame, maybe that’s why the universe thought it was better to keep us away.

You are magic wrapped in pain.

And you became a piece of me, no matter how far you wandered you’d still live in me.

In a world where everyone wants you to be a damsel in distress, be a raging goddess.

Its easier to say love doesn’t come to you rather than explaining why you push it away.

what is my poetry if not all of my sorrows blooming?

Do you really think you could push away the love that’s meant for you? Do you really think you could keep the love that’s not meant for you?

You hurt and I bleed. What a curse to feel so deeply.

People could stab me with knives and i would still get them aid, For i see a glimpse of me in them. But sadly, people aren’t mirrors.

Like wildflowers you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would.

I always wanted the flowiness that hip-hop artists had. I always admired how they rapped so fast, but I never wanted to rap; I wanted to sing the rap.

Hang in there darling. The rain is necessary for the flower to fully grow.

To reteach a thing its loveliness is the nature of metta. Through loving kindness, everyone & everything can flower again from within.

Like the flowers that are planted in too rich a soil, strength and usefulness are sacrificed to beauty.

I’ll bring you flowers in the pouring rain.

You deflowered me. Still I blossomed.

Despite knowing they won’t be here for long they still choose to live their brightest lives- sunflowers.