When he tells you you're beautiful
He's a scoundrel, he's lying
But I'm entranced, deep sighing
I hate to be implying
But I will not be lying
There's zero point to any of that
Karma has the eyes of a Cat
Watching over me
If I minded something hovering over me
That's a major red flag
For the white flag camp.

Life is full of colors
Blue:
The color of the celestial blue sky, the ocean’s water,
Waves, power, freedom, joy.
Purple and violet:
Color of royalty, of the power of everything, color of lavender and lilies, smooth and fresh nature.
Yellow and orange:
Warmth and light, brightness, shine, power, glory, colors of the beautiful sun who gives us warmth and light.
Green:
Pure nature within our feet, gentle breezes flow around, with a touch of comfort and liberty, plants, trees, grass, crucial for the living.
Red:
Powerful fire, burning flames, a beauty seen where it will never be found, although it’s an amazing gift, use it wisely
Now we should all appreciate all the wonderful gifts that the world has brought into us.
And always remember:
Life is full of colors

The wisest thing my Grandma ever told me
Is take comfort in your misery
Because sometimes that's all your gonna see
Wonder if Grandma knew
Maybe she was trying to give me a clue

That it would be all that live had in store
I'd be ripped apart at the core
That I'd live in constant ashes
Dreams and hope dashes
On the rocks of eternal sorrow it always crashes

Someone clipped my wings
So I would never sing
Someone broke my heart
It now is only art
Someone broke my spirit
So in darkness I will live it

My Grandma so very wise
She knew I'd live through many lies
And rough times ahead of me lay
And still persist to this present day
And I hope from heaven Grandma can see
I take comfort in my misery

Its easy to get attached
To the things of the world
Its easy to get stuck
In the muck
Settling for
Earthly gains
Settling for less
Than what we actually deserve
Getting attached
To all the things
That hold us
All of the things that hold us down
Attached to the Earth
Stuck on the ground
Not truly being able
To soar into heaven

He asked me
if I could feel the pulling of the moon
Like I was the ocean
Standing Infront of him
I replied,
you are the moon
And I am the waves

Look at me
My skin
Has dealt with a lot


                         I have lived through
                         Tumors and attacks
                         Cuts and bruises from me
                         Bruises from him


My poor skin
In the end
This damage is
All for naught
Because


                            *"Scars are only **** on guys..."

He lays down **** like a shadow
Thrown by a movie spotlight
He eats passion like he is
******* the juices of the last peach on Earth
He walks proudly like a naughty child
Who made a clean escape
He talks integrity like a lion
With a human child in his mouth
He pushes imagination like
A clown in a silent temple
He lays down ****
And it’s all over me