Oct 2013
this one is for the girls with the curly afro's. and the girls who sits at home writing letters to herself. and the girl who just struts her stuff not giving a ****.
this is for the girl who finds worth in words, and peace in illogical sentences. and for the girl i've fallen inlove with. this is to the girl in the streets with a baby & the single moms. and the girl who screams silently with a razor on her arm.
to the girl who reads this.
this is for you. peace, Pvnda.
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smile at the mirror & make peace with your reflection, you are amazing.
you write poetry on your skin, in the hopes that one day someone somewhere will walk past you and understand your language.
delicate flower, may i lick your mind and taste your thoughts?
i may not know you, and you may not know me, but know this, we just met.
we met in this exact moment when you read these sentences. this might sound cliché and look too practiced but i tell you, you. are. beautiful. let no one tell you otherwise. not even me.
flower, even your shadow knows you are someone worth following.
deeply rooted in the soil, with strong branches.
may i dance to the music of your heartbeat? and can i listen to the screams of your blood as it rushes through your veins?
your temple. i fell in love with your temple. the curve on your face has me swinging back & forth like a mindless idiot. and the curves on your waist .. well, let's not talk about that.
in the morning, i imagine. you with your strangely amazing messy natural hair, and no make up. just the idea.
don't ever let a man decide your value. know your place. own your place. words are words, never let words mold your soul because words are just words.
wrap your thighs around my thoughts processes and indulge in my senses.
my mind is a dark place.
when i fell inlove with you, flowers started growing in the darkest corners of my mind.
my uncle once said to me, "take care of the women even if she's not the one for you. atleast you'll sleep well knowing you've helped someone else. in those moments you help others, you're actually helping yourself"
thank you, G.
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this is for the girl who finds worth in words, and peace in illogical sentences. and for the girl i've fallen inlove with. this is to the girl in the streets with a baby & the single moms. and the girl who screams silently with a razor on her arm.
to the girl who reads this.
this is for you. peace, Pvnda.
--
smile at the mirror & make peace with your reflection, you are amazing.
you write poetry on your skin, in the hopes that one day someone somewhere will walk past you and understand your language.
delicate flower, may i lick your mind and taste your thoughts?
i may not know you, and you may not know me, but know this, we just met.
we met in this exact moment when you read these sentences. this might sound cliché and look too practiced but i tell you, you. are. beautiful. let no one tell you otherwise. not even me.
flower, even your shadow knows you are someone worth following.
deeply rooted in the soil, with strong branches.
may i dance to the music of your heartbeat? and can i listen to the screams of your blood as it rushes through your veins?
your temple. i fell in love with your temple. the curve on your face has me swinging back & forth like a mindless idiot. and the curves on your waist .. well, let's not talk about that.
in the morning, i imagine. you with your strangely amazing messy natural hair, and no make up. just the idea.
don't ever let a man decide your value. know your place. own your place. words are words, never let words mold your soul because words are just words.
wrap your thighs around my thoughts processes and indulge in my senses.
my mind is a dark place.
when i fell inlove with you, flowers started growing in the darkest corners of my mind.
my uncle once said to me, "take care of the women even if she's not the one for you. atleast you'll sleep well knowing you've helped someone else. in those moments you help others, you're actually helping yourself"
thank you, G.
vibe. share. cry.
