I spend so much time
telling girls
that they are beautiful
Yet so much time
telling myself
I am not

A pale glow,
Nocturne elegance and grace,
Break free of its confines
And illuminate thine beautiful face,
Soft lit glimmer,
Frame the windows of your soul,
Radiance withheld beneath surge forth
And prelude the day,
Of the tide you are,
To and fro,
There is a beauty to both,
And yet more in the succession,
For sun and moon lock in eternal dance,
And what is a dance without a partner?

They say pain hurts the most when it comes
knocking on our doors unexpectedly,
but I would beg to differ.
The most painful type of pain
takes years to cultivate.
it is when we,
for some reason
become so used to it
to the point that we become numb,
turning into statues of empty souls
dressing up as humans.

more sunshine,
more smiles,
more laughs,
more happiness,
more kisses,
more cuddling,
more conversations,
more flowers.
less snow,
less squabbling,
less darkness,
less pain,
less sorrow,
less regret,
more love.
more humanity.
~khushi

starry eyes
starry smile
you’re a universe
on earth
too beautiful
too bright
for this world
maybe that’s why
you’re not meant
to stay