Some days I can't help but notice

The fainted - past scars,
Red lines turning to white
Look so beautiful ....

Some days I keep looking at those faint white lines for hours
Remembering the struggle that looks so beautiful now

She saw beauty in everything



Beside herself...

He is her drug
She was his tissue

Sand in our hair
Eyes fixed on the starry sky
The sound of the ocean waves
And your hand in mine

She's too tired to cry
So instead she fake smiled....

Maybe we get stuck in the past , just because it's familiar
We are so scared of the future...
that we prefer to live in the past ; and alter it from time to time making an imaginary-pleasent future

I'm just a sunflower
In a field of roses
Waiting for someone
to appreciate my petals
before they start withering