On the back of my hand
My arm
Knee
I leave a kiss
Lingering
Free
Warmth spreading
Goosebumps rising
Mind settling
Floating
Grounding

My love
What more can I give you
What more can I show you
At the limit of my being
My love
What more can I fault you
What more can I demean you
Knowing the fault of my character
But struggling to fix it
My love
Love you so that
You love me
My love

Dress on the ground
Beautiful with all your flaws
Scars are what make you perfect
The same way an artist needs lines

They all could be roses
But a lilly forever stand out
A rose is a rose
But nothing is as pure as lilly

I'd dream of it all along
I wanna wear the skin tight dress
Draw our blueprint for the future
Find my golden-lining by your side

Tell me you love me
No matter how life’s short
Heal the roots you’ve ruined
Once before

Dress thrown across the floor
Move your body to the rhythm of the ocean
The ocean that has been flooding  from your eyes
Shine bright under the gloomy night

Stories told to my reflection
Dig your fingertips in my hair
Pray and wish me goodnight
I’ll finally know I was right

By:Zoulaikha

She covers her body in art
Hoping one day someone will look at her
And think her beautiful

grace is the morning,
greet it with gratitude;
and so do yourself too,
for keeping on,
for keeping on.

Maybe, instead of walls,
I should build a museum around my heart.
Maybe they’d rather respect the velvet rope
that separates them and the artwork.
Maybe if it was inside a museum,
it would be left alone
by those who don’t see its worth.
If people actually saw how precious it was,
they’d choose to stare at it in awe,
than dare to reach for it,
knowing that careless moves
lead to expensive consequences.
Maybe if it was inside a museum,
only those who truly wanted to,
only those with the soul to seek for something more
would line up to see it up close.

Because it’s true.
My heart is nothing short of a masterpiece.
Like a sculpture fashioned to look like silk
when it is built in stone.
Like a mosaic made with pieces of itself,
rearranged to create an image of hope
each time it gets broken.
My heart keeps record of histories
of pain and despair
of love and strength.
I cannot let it hang on the walls of some ignorant billionaire,
can’t let it be taken for granted again.
So, I will build a museum around my heart.
And unless you do not realize what it is worth,
please don’t touch the artwork.

Care for you..
Care for you, is underrated.
Cause in reality no one is going to care for you more than you.

If little me comes to me
running and asking for help,
I know that I will hold her near
carry her, run faster away from hell
and tell her, "for you I would do anything"