But dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.
YOHAN ACOSTABut dear, even dandelions are viewed as weeds in a rose garden.
YOHAN ACOSTARead me gently and unhurriedly. Please. My pages crumble at your slightest touch.
YOHAN ACOSTAI am sorry for wounding you with my sharp edges before taking pain to refine and mend yourself.
YOHAN ACOSTAPoetry is dangerous.
YOHAN ACOSTAI am powerless in silencing the deafening thunder in my heart.
YOHAN ACOSTAI will not allow myself to lose the child in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAYou are the phoenix that must first burn before rising from your own ruin.
YOHAN ACOSTAMay I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAThere is magic to be found on the road less traveled.
YOHAN ACOSTAIt is when faced with adversity that we get to know what we are made up of, what we are capable of doing, and who we truly are.
YOHAN ACOSTAYour faults are your wounds. And I don’t feel any anger at all. What I feel, is compassion.
YOHAN ACOSTAMay I stay soft and delicate in this world meant to draw out the brute in me.
YOHAN ACOSTAYour tongue is too powerful that it can make a garden out of me. And it can also shred and tear apart the flowers within.
YOHAN ACOSTAHow would I know if he’s going to be a good husband or not? Watch closely how he treats his mother.
YOHAN ACOSTAThank you for still being there for yourself. For being strong. For being resilient. Keep going.
YOHAN ACOSTAYou cannot always get the validation from others, even from the people you love.
YOHAN ACOSTA