She's a pure hearted girl
with the happiest soul
She talks to the moon
listens to the trees
speaks with the animals
and compliments the flowers

Yet, often she feels sad
because she loves too much
and thinks too deep
Her nights are sometimes dark
But every time
she pulls herself back together
and decides
that her personality
is too positive
to be so negative.

L.C.

You’re sunshine in spring,
A pure smile so shy,
Introvert and classy,
A warmth passing by.

Natural and cool,
Beauty deep and true,
Photogenic spirit,
Lovely through and through.

Always understanding,
Open to life's art,
Strong yet gentle kindness,
Friendship from the heart.

Spontaneous laughter,
Plans out of the blue
Dear sweetest sunshine,
I'm glad I met you.

I see her in school some times
no lipstick, no fancy clothes
even in these boring uniforms
dim lit lights and stressed minds

her face shines
like the necklace she always wears
her presence
brings warmth like class’s fav teacher

when I hear her laughs
the school turns into an orchestra
I go to school everyday
not because I study well
just to see her
to get lost in her eyes one last time

outside the chauffeur waits for her
while I run behind the bus
heard that she has traveled the world
while I struggle to visit a nearby hill

she’ll never love me
I won’t stop loving her till I die

when I’ll have enough money
I’ll buy not some luxury gifts
but a bouquet of flowers and a book

As it’s because of her
I write
I feel love
I want to live

"I wish I didn’t feel this way,
A love I don’t want, but can’t push away.
I miss you more than I can show,
But I keep it hidden, deep below."

"I just want to hug you, hold you tight,
Let you see the side that’s pure and light.
The part of me that’s never changed,
But I can’t let this love be rearranged."

"I wish I was the light of your eye,
The star that makes your heart beat high.
Yet here I stand, a friend confined,
Longing for a love I can’t define."

A black swan moves through silent streams,
With wings of night, it haunts the dreams.
It wears its sorrow, cloaked in dark,
A soul that drifts, lost in the arc.

But there, beside it, pure and bright,
A white swan dances in the light.
Its feathers shine, its heart is free,
A symbol of what good can be.

Two swans that glide, yet worlds apart,
One carries shadows, one a heart.
In every soul, both dark and pure,
The swans of fate forever endure.

The thought of art
is a wonderful start—
to explore yourself,
your impactful part.

The thought of art
is a wonderful start—
to believe your truth,
your dreams, your heart.

The thought of art
is a wonderful start—
to show, to lure,
to grow, be pure.

The thought of art
has a meaningful part—
to show the world
your love, your heart.

The thought of art
captivates your heart
and makes one wonder—
Is this the end, or just the start?