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

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

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

And the
way you broke me
My mind started
writing poetry

There's chaos in everything
In losing
In loving
In letting go
In gaining back

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

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

When you said
she was your world
I was looking for
the galaxy I had in myself

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

But we're all
fighting a
heartbroken war

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

I found a love
wrapped in words
of his sentences

And you just vanished
Breaking my heart
But leaving a smile on my face

When it rains I think of you
roaming on the street at night
When it rains I think of you
Kissing me in broad daylight
When it rains I think of you
Sleeping by my side
When it rains I think of you
And the times when you were mine

In some years what will happen
Will you cry when I die of loving you
Will you ever regret what you did to us
Or will you ever talk about me like something you miss
Will you tell her how much I loved you and how you let me down
Will you apologize to the stars every night after she's fast asleep
Will you tell your best friend that you should have given me a chance
Will you try to call my mother and apologize for hurting her only daughter every single time she tried to love you
Will you call my dad and tell him that you made his daughter's life a living grave
tell me what will you do
When I die of loving you

His smile
was like a witchcraft
in the world of demons and monsters

They call is weak
and then fear to give us the power

She was the words
his poems missed out on