there are stars in the sky
and i can choose tell you about them
or i can choose to tell them all about you

of all the things
that i have had a chance to learn
i have realised
that living
is exhaustion

i will always expect the worst
rain has always fallen

you're always returning,
even in the winter
i can see you peering through the clouds

*please teach me your ways

their screams are so loud
it makes my heart beat faster
but fails
to break the silence

Your worth cannot be measured
by the circumference of your waist
or the width of your delicate hips

And though his lips will plant onto yours
and others may call you revolting
it shall never measure your worth

And when it comes to valentines day
and the only roses you received
were the ones your mother sent you
It cannot measure your worth

Because your worth cannot be measured
you shall repeat it again
your worth will not be measured
by numerals,words, or objects
not ever
your worth cannot be measured
but you are enough, unbelievably enough

you give people flowers
for they create happiness
why don't you offer them you?