What do I say?
Your stare,
And my voice a delay.
From eyes of the
To lips of those,
The shine in your eyes.
A doe,
Staring back at me.
Darts full of
No purity.
The soft innocence
Of this doe.
Is the devils glare,
Or evil.

She drowned
Into the person she thought he
Was

he
Was
a drug that she thought of.
he
Was
a drug that she convinced herself to take
knowing it would harm her.
he
Was
a drug she was addicted to.
so when he left, he left her thirsty.
he
Was
a drug.
Yet She
Was
his poison.

and poison is something you take knowing it kills you.
but you want it, and you're not sure why.

Instead of looking at me
And seeing
How much success I made,
See how many times I had to fall
And get back up
Dust myself off
All alone.
How many things I had to go through
Before someone even noticed me.
How many times I sat there in the mud
That was once dirt,
As dry as a desert,
But turned into a swamp by my own tears.
Think about the journey i went through,
And the future I am trying to change.
And when I mess up, or pause on my path.
Think about
How I am still standing.
Think about that swamp, that is back into a Sahara.
About how many times i was alone on that trip,
With no one helping me with the wounds
From the knives
Thrown at my back.
How many times I cleaned the dirt off my body
By myself, and still managed to look good.
Still managed to look okay
And when i was fighting a demon that
My self-esteem made it.
I still managed to put a smile through that.
So don't see these little mistakes
That I might make,
Because they will happen.
But see that I am still here,
And I have fought
My own demons,
Cleaned my own wounds,
made my own mud, and dried it up,
To get where I am.
And I am not just standing
But I am walking.
I might be walking on nails,
But I will not bleed.
So when you think of me, see
the whole story.

From sill touch
To not so silly love.

The story
Of almost, every beginning.

Pearls, ‘P’ for
A perfect shine Through every light and dark situations of generation.
‘E’ for
Each and every memory between each pearl.
‘A’ to
Being apart of a history that one holds.
‘R’ for
The riches of the shine from it. Or the reflection through such a delicate thing, or the purpose behind the shine.
‘L’ for
The love of the secrets to such a small, jewelry piece.
And ‘S’ to
The secrets behind the shiny white surface. The journey it went through, the home it once had. The love of its life torn apart to take it away. But now showered with top coats and shine protectors. And now worn on a string tied to a wrist, going through everyday adventures.

the wings
of such a
quiet and
peaceful
creature,
makes you want
to Learn
how they do it.
the design
and delicacies
of such
hand-painted
wings.
there is nothing
deeper than
these things.
and as they grow
new new beginnings,
Their life starts to change.
they grow new homes
And houses and habitats.
They go through so much so that
In the end
They can look
Beautiful
And beauty no one’s
Ever seen.
and they have so deep of meaning.
Their life an adventure.
That’s why I,
Want to be a
Butterfly