Right before she broke my heart I said to her
“You know, there is beauty to be found in gloom and despair. It's just a different type of beautiful”
There is something beautiful in the pain we feel
There is something magnificent in heartbreak
And something glorious in grief
There is beauty in the departure of beauty
The absence is its own beautiful
It leaves like a strong gust of wind through the moors
Wiping away the color as it passes
There is beauty in transition
The realization as a woman's face drops
When she hears the news of her husband's death
You can see the color, and the hope flush out
as she realizes this new reality
There is beauty in the real
There is no such thing as perfection
To be the most perfect, there must be pain
And all pain leads to love
There is beauty in rebirth
The tree that drops her seeds
Not only to die
But to grow a new beautiful
Sprouting from the ashes of the destroyed hearts before it
May 3, 2018
May 3, 2018 at 9:46 AM UTC
Right before she broke my heart I said to her
“You know, there is beauty to be found in gloom and despair. It's just a different type of beautiful”
There is something beautiful in the pain we feel
There is something magnificent in heartbreak
And something glorious in grief
There is beauty in the departure of beauty
The absence is its own beautiful
It leaves like a strong gust of wind through the moors
Wiping away the color as it passes
There is beauty in transition
The realization as a woman's face drops
When she hears the news of her husband's death
You can see the color, and the hope flush out
as she realizes this new reality
There is beauty in the real
There is no such thing as perfection
To be the most perfect, there must be pain
And all pain leads to love
There is beauty in rebirth
The tree that drops her seeds
Not only to die
But to grow a new beautiful
Sprouting from the ashes of the destroyed hearts before it
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