Hating Me Won't Make You Pretty...

My crazy thoughts are driving me crazy like six feet under and I can't take it anymore

I'm earth. I choose to become earth l, to embrace each season, each love, each friendship in it's lifetime. To realize each season when it goes without questioning why or when it would happen again. On nights when I look up, the sky is full of million stars, clouds and all . I rejoice to be part of that heavenly orbit. On days when it rains, I open up to the softness and touch of rain and drink to my fill. When the sun comes out, I welcome the warmth and the heat . I have found the joys of being mellow in spite of the scars . I have been earth since that hectic day..

Her love is not the loud hammer that shatters rocks, but the gentle drop of water that melts the stone.

You better believe I'm trying

When they ghost me so I decide to die.... "Whose the ghost now uh!??"

Why do we only rest in peace, why don't we live in peace too!??

I'm falling in love all alone .... Again

I remember mostly how she makes me feel.

Her love is not fiery passion of bush in flames, but a calm fire kindle from beneath and brought out in soft whispers.