“You were a beautiful dream but dreams dont last long.”

Your mistakes don’t define you, what you choose to do to fix them does.

There is an empty place in my heart where i’ll grow a garden using the love you’ve planted.

Seek the love that you deserve & only then will you learn the value of self-worth.

How will we learn to fly if we never allow ourselves to fall?

Sometimes in the act of moving on you relive pain everyday until there’s nothing left to feel anymore.

They say love comes in waves; yours is the only ocean I’m willing to drown in.

I’m stuck reliving old memories. moving aimlessly from one memory to another, in hopes of finding solitude; a serenity I never got to experience.

We’re a creation of words, constantly looking for acceptance in places we don’t belong.

To grow up is to experience all sorts of heartaches & still manage to see the beauty in every pain.

To love you is to drown every day & still crave the taste of the ocean.

Just like flowers; we shed, only to learn how to prosper again.

I was left with a fragile heart yet, I learned to embrace all my broken pieces.

I’m seeking endings for tales that have never begun.

You will know your worth eventually & you will heal with time; slowly, yet beautifully.

We drift through life seeking second chances only to lose them once they’re given to us.

I seek calmness in between your words, amidst the chaos that consumes mine

You don’t need to go far to find beauty. – you just need to start seeing yourself.

Broken glass taught me there is something so beautiful in shattering.

You made my non-existent perfect fall apart and unfold gently in the arms of your pure acceptance. Imperfections that became alive, then anything that’s ever been known as beautiful.

It is love that I am seeking for, But of a beautiful, unheard-of kind That is not in the world.

I believed less is what I needed, what I tried to achieve; I thought less is more, better, the minimalistic beauty of life.

In the word question, there is a beautiful word – quest. I love that word.

No human being is illegal. That is a contradiction in terms. Human beings can be beautiful or more beautiful, they can be fat or skinny, they can be right or wrong, but illegal? How can a human being be illegal?

The beautiful repose of the night its silence and mystery contrasts the commotion of my soul.