I thought you were beautiful
like the rarest of things left in the world
to be admired, to be complimented
but it became clear i didn't understand you
calling you beautiful was seeing the surface of things
admitting that i don't see the see message in the painting
just the painting on the wall–
but the beauty i got to see could not be described in just words
you were carnation from the earth within
touched and nutured by love itself
you were the seed hidden between the rubbles
but not flawed, not harmed just growing with bliss
you were like shadows, hidden in darkness
but revealed the truest nature of things
that's what calling you beautiful means

-Vibeactivist

I want to be more than just friends
stare at skies, stars and
think of the entirety of you—
how knowing you brought me peace
I want to be insecure
of how you laughs brightens
of how sleepless night brings me happiness
I realize I knew of love
of warmth—
by knowing the little things about you
I realize that my days get easier
my nights get memorable
my months get shorter
because you were the answer to
my never ending dilemma
I want to be more than just friends
but I realize being in love
with some and being right for someone
aren’t always the same

-Vibeactivist

She was darkness but not consumed by it. she was without a filter— She saw the world for what it was. She saw people for who they really are. She was the happiest yet the saddest of all. She was full of life but also so empty. She was flawed like so many but yet still flawless. She was beautiful when sun rises and when the moon comes out. She showed so many emotions but none really defined how she felt. She smiled so much that atmospheres brightened. She was and is a queen like any other woman out there

-Vibeactivist