A thing isn’t beautiful because it lasts Beauty lies within the deepest pockets of the mind Just because it lasts doesn’t mean a thing To last means,  to adapt to new surroundings He knew the secret on how to last long in the world While she, she was beautiful, real beautiful The type of beautiful … Continue reading Beauty →

Every time he speaks, I feel my eyes drifting all around him When he calls me love, he calms the raging storm inside me His soothing laugh brings mine to the surface The gentleness in his embrace, takes me away When he calls me love, he calms the raging storm inside me Eyes gazing into … Continue reading Broken Boy Meets Broken Girl →

They say there is beauty in the courage of the fragile fighter, If that is true why did she feel so ugly standing up for herself, For years she hid in the darkness searching for something brighter, Searching the darkest corners of her mind for something called hope, Believing that this hope could save her … Continue reading Hope →