“In a world that glorifies being tough choose to be soft.”

If you always look out for me I promise to always look after you.

A love forged from nostalgia is one left longing for more.

Do you ever search for me in new places.

Sometimes you need to go alone.

Make time to enjoy the things you love most.

Let your passions guide you to wherever you are meant to be.

How can I be too much and not enough at the same time.

Sometimes small successes are just as important as small defeats.

When you dance by the light of the moon all the stars come out to play too.

I could travel through fire for you and I’d still never be warm.

I became so lost in my crafted silence I forgot to speak.

But when the morning arrives we will be all right.

Do not allow your anger to cloud your judgement.

If it energizes you that is the art you must continue to create.

Remember where you started and how far you’ve come.

Let your passions guide you to wherever you are meant to be.

May I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.

This Christmas I am soft snow, the crystallized flakes. I am fire in the chimney and the warmth in lights.

Always keep your words soft and sweet, just in case you have to eat them.

Please be gentle with me I am trying to forget what I can’t remember.

And just like that she became soft with every exhale.

There’s a softer and harder person in everyone, depending on the time.

The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly.

Girls are soft and pretty.