Your 'singkit' eyes
compliment your beautiful 'lashes.
Your not-so-chubby cheeks
lingers with your beautiful smile.
Your pale, imperfect skin
unquestionably goes with your long black hair.
Your calm, delighting voice
makes me want to love.

Don't ever change yourself my Darling because your symphony is already perfectly synched.

Your work is going to fill a large part of your life, and the only way to be truly satisfied is to do what you believe is great work. And the only way to do great work is to love what you do. If you haven't found it yet, keep looking. Don't settle. As with all matters of the heart, you'll know when you find it.

There similar in their own different ways.

Both have anger and trust issues.

They can explode at any moment and I’d be stuck there trying to help them.

Why is it that I take the responsibility to help calm someone down.

It’s like it’s my job to do so.

I hate the fact that both pull me in with full force.

Why is it that I go to the trouble ones.

It never does me good.

What if, the secrets and answers lie in me?
I love myself,
I find myself,
And become enough for my own self.
No heaviness, no sadness, no ambiguous questions, no self-inflicted madness, no what if's, no imagining scenarios, no feeding sugar to my thoughts, no harm in being alone with my feelings.
What if, I am my sole saviour?
I would have to do nothing but redeem myself, because I should, because it's the law of the jungle - I get my own prey, I am my own alpha wolf, I lead my own pack.



- LynnAA

Oh, for we are not taught to love oneself,
But we love others much more savagely.
We do not see the goodness in our self,
loving flaws of others passionately.
Instead of loving our beaten up soul,
We trust others with our weak, battered heart.
When Caring for others makes us feel whole;      
to care for oneself will tear us apart.
People will leave but we are our only-
constant; here, even if we do not wish
Even with our constant, we are lonely.
Destruction- loving and not, we perish
Finally knowing to stay on alert.
It's funny how we always end up hurt.

she was so focused on figuring out the flaws of people
she forgot to look for the strengths
the good
so she was left thinking
people ultimately are only a mess
but yet she was never able to see
and take a step back to figure out
we are all a mess
but together
we are an artwork

Its really naive
That i was thinking about
Knowing you so well
And the slightest change didnt mean anything to me

But sometimes knowing someone doesnt meant anything.
People change


Its silly for me
When we first met I thought that
I have known you for a long time
That you are not someone to me
You were something


Something that made me wake up at night and feeling that i must have you


But, some day I woke up at night thinking i will never be good enough.

Bu maybe I shouldnt romantize someone who didnt love me back.

And love myself more.
Know myself more.
More than knowing and understanding anyone else.

Your colored flags wave in the breeze, and with them flutters my
beating heart.

Your cacophonic symphony rings in my ears, and with it sing the
thoughts in my head.

Your smells tug me in every which direction, and flavors dance
upon my tongue.

Your trottoirs are filled with a million eyes — with men, women,
children of different creed and color. They are them, and I am I, and
together we stride forward.

Oh! What have you done with me, Atlanta?
I was only a lonely, aimless cloud drifting after your twinkling
lights.