As the sun sets
The leaf sits up
Open
trusting
Asking boldly
For the last light
This vulnerable leaf
Opens its heart
Instinctively surrendering
To love

They referred to me as trash
I was b             r
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       e                 n                pieces
The world tried to put me back together into one piece
but the cracks were still visible
They meant nothing to life.
I was treasure by then
The environment, ready to accept me

I was one of the dynamite that will enlighten the journey of the BROKEN

Flowers still bloom
in graveyards
and maybe
thats why
I’ve always
known
trauma and pain
can't destroy
a beautiful soul

something i hate about myself
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Writing is my love that
never betrays.
It doesn't lie or
cheat.
It never complains that I
leave the toilet seat up or
that I leave hairs in the sink.
It has never said, "You drink too much or
not enough." It always wins the bets,
sets the sun, and skins the cat.
It's always raw and never
well done—medium rare at
worst, and never burnt.
It doesn't ask me to
do aerobics or yoga, and it
would never tell me to quit smoking;
I would stake my life on it.
Writing is my love that
will be with me until
the end.

Love doesn’t test, it gives!

Love doesn’t control, it frees!

Love is wise but never calculating

I know we don’t always see eye to eye

From time to time

Baby , just  pull me close

And love me anyway!