wild violets in the forest
colored like a friendship’s dream
could not be like the morning glories
yearning for sun’s golden beams

they live softly, close to earth
they are fragile, in confession
but no less vivid in their shade
or indeed in their expression

How often I had wanted to be a sunflower...

Living in tranquil communities with unity...

Putting up a blooming smile...

Thinking yellow thoughts...

And turning to the sun for positivity and prayer!

I have not given up on love,
But how I love unsettles many,
The girl I am scares most.

I am the girl who can love someone after a couple days.
I am the girl who can love more than one at a time.
I am the girl who shows more love than some have ever received.
I am the girl who jumps back and forth, because this world is taught monogamy is the only way.
I am the girl who loves those that people think I should not.
I am the girl who makes people jealous by accident, because I give out so much affection.
I am the girl who has hurt people with my love.
I am the girl who holds onto love even if it's toxic.
I am the girl who chases love.
I am the girl who wants to make everyone feel loved.
I am the girl who wants forever with everyone I love.
I am the girl who will give everything to everyone.
I am the girl who is reckless when it comes to her heart.
I am the girl who makes promises about love.
I am the girl who breaks her own heart, but keeps on loving anyways.
I am the girl whose heart people want all to themselves, but that, I can rarely provide.
I am the girl that people want in their bed, but I don't understand why.
I am the girl that isn't safe with her heart.
I am the girl that freely gives her heart away.

Is it safe,
To be this way?
It's likely that it is not,
But I say risks were made to take.

"And the memories bring back,
Memories bring back you..."
You.
Somebody I used to know—
Someone I always remember,
Though now, we're just a mere stranger
with memories to cherish and to hold,
Left with broken hearts,
Alone in the cold—
Yes.
We are stranger with memories,
Taking up two different roads,
Travelling a distance away—
Lightening our burdens and loads;
But I do wish, that may our paths cross again,
When I'm already healed and done with this pain.