I treat myself with a little more respect each day.

there are no greetings,
no farewells,
they cross the line
and leave unnoticed.
a solemn choir of silenced voices
repeating an outdated prayer.
there is no god to hear them out,
their hope is but an empty promise.
they find their rest
in nameless graves
and die the way they lived,
unnoticed.

I been scarred and battered.
My hopes the wind done scattered.
   Snow has friz me,
   Sun has baked me,

Looks like between 'em they done
   Tried to make me

Stop laughin', stop lovin', stop livin'--
   But I don't care!
   I'm still here!

There are tiny cracks,
working their way down
his back.

His hands are rough,
as though they
are turning to stone.

His heartbeat slows,
the edges beginning to harden
draining his life one pulse at a time.

He is nothing,
he cannot feel,
he cannot see,
he cannot live.

He has turned into a statue,
forever immortalized,
but never free.

A stream made of roses,
a house made of thorns,
a forest made of stardust,
and a girl who feels like home.

Perfect doesn't mean without imperfections
Because imperfections are lovely
Perfect means that I wouldn't have to you any other way
So when you say you're not perfect
Because you've made some "mistakes"
I want to cry
Because those mistakes are beautiful
Because they are part of you
And you my friend,
Are perfect

Stay extraordinary,
I love you

The breeze is blowing gently                                                           ­          moving the grapes on the vines                                                            ­           The moon is shining brightly                                                         ­                    as you put your hand in mine                                                             ­             the  fireflies surround us                                                               ­              with  neon yellow lights                                                           ­                     and  I can't get enough of  you                                                          ­                on  this perfect night                                                            ­                         The  sweet smell of honeysuckle                                                      ­  lingers  in the warm night air                                                              ­              I  can feel my knees buckle                                                           ­         under the weight of your stare                                                            ­ The  crickets are trilling                                                         ­                          just for you and I                                                                ­                               My heart is beating wildly                                                           ­                 on  this perfect night