A poet looks for words when there are no words to say

But we're all
fighting a
heartbroken war

One of the things
you wanted me to
experience was the
peace of solitude

How we loose people
Will always be a mystery
How we let them
tear us is crystal clear

I will have to make up words just to describe how pretty his eyes are.

You broke her walls and you did it beautifully
Now she is breaking and she is doing it beautifully

How can my heart die
when it's inked in these
whites

You found me even when I was in my best hiding place.

She carried the sky
in her mind
the ocean in her eyes
and the golden in her hands

You saw how hard I was falling in love
but you didn't catch me even then

My perfection would never be able to write these poems the way my flaws do

We have lost so much in order win over perfection when it doesn't even exist
People write about perfection just because it's to hard to face what's really in front of them.

Isn't it strange
that we feel
so homeless and
so homesick
both at the same time

Your honey
sweet lies
intoxicate me

The wind rushes
And the bells chime
My hairs softly wave
I know that my heart is brave
But they call me weak and shattered
Just because they were the people that mattered
I lost my brave heart
To the chaos of falling apart

When your heart
feels in pieces
you have the beautiful
power to arrange it
in any shape you like

Above the crooked street
beyond the magical building
on the shoulder of a star
tell me where should
we lose ourselves.

He stood strong
when he decided to love me
he admired all
my broken parts,
my hideous sides,
my wildest roars
and my demons asleep.
My heart mysterious of all
and yet he found it solved

Walking towards you
is more like
looking for a home
in briars and thornbushes

I've seen a devil in your eyes
and I've been brave to fight
it all alone

Your love was
like a flower
that wilted
too soon

Broken heart is
like a scratch
when you are stuck
with a broken mind
which is like knife stab

Your memories don't burn in my eyes now
cause his love is putting the fire in my heart out

All I need is one break, just one teeny tiny break from proving myself every single day, from walking all alone and from battling on my own.

the hollows in our hearts were once filled with the goldest shines ever

Falling for you was never hard
It was more like falling down from the moon
and into the hands of a star

You say I am not good enough for you
when you are the one who's not enough to see who I truly am

Her poems were unnoticed
the mystery was unsolved
the love was not reciprocated
the tears never stopped
the sea was never calm
the winds never changed
her heart had it all safe

You were my home
and now I'm
homeless

I feel blue
like I'm a crayon
you do nothing but
play with

You filled the darkness
between the stars
through you scars.
there was terrible silence
the moon ever heard.
your eyes lit up a city.
there was a weird beauty
the butterflies ever saw

the rainfall on my mind
waters the flowers in my heart

They tell us about
the stars that shine
But never about the
scars and the scary times

I hate to be the one
to tell you
that I'm not the one

Even in my wildest nightmare
you appeared as an angel

I found a love
wrapped in words
of his sentences

When I looked into your eyes I realized that sometimes forever can just be for one second

We're star cross'd
But we're in love
this battle; we haven't lost
I know we can't say much
this fortune we have is God sent
I know we can't say much
except will you kiss me till the night ends

Every girl should remember
that her body is not an
amusement park
for unwilling guest

I feel pity for myself
that i lost myself
and could not even have you

Look how delicate and lady like we were taught to be
Always to be shy and never outgoing
I grew up wondering
why only boys can express their feelings
I thought it was because
they really did feel that much
But the actual reason was
boys were made to feel less
even if they did feel more
they were moulded to
believe they Didn't
I was moulded to
keep my feelings inside
Even if I can't take it
I will have to
Crying and screaming
I will have to
Which to me seems
stronger than anything else.
But THIS is just how delicate we were taught to be

He taught me everything except how to move on

And the
way you broke me
My mind started
writing poetry

I am tired of being a princess
I am tired of being expected to be delicate
I am tired of being pointed at
I am tired of having decisions made for myself
But
I am not tired of being a woman
Know the difference

If the heart has the courage to fall in love,
It surely has the power to mend itself

She was like
a sunflower
who looked
for the sun
even on a
rainy day

Our youth needs bandages but not literally bandages

Sometimes giving up
needs more hard work
than holding on

"No", she cried as the monster explored the mysteries in her body.

He was my life
but then I
changed my life

When we are homeless
it's in our hearts  to
look into the devils eyes
and name it as home