“the beauty of a woman is in the adventures she's taken, the lives she's touched and all the minds she's awakened.
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the beauty of a woman is in the caring she gives, the sincerity in her laughter, and the passion in her griefs.

even in the loneliest moments,
i have been there for my self

Poetry
| the new age ******* |
that’s what my aunt carol calls it
| the new age ******* |
she says it sounds like;
“in quietness there’s truth”. some **** like that...

i see the beauty in you, and the darkness.
both are brilliant.

it has a way of wilting
or blossoming
at the strangest and most unpredictable hour.
but this how love is;
an uncontrollable beast in the form of a flower

You keep asking me about my past lovers
and whether i still have feelings for them.
You become upset when i don’t keep a straight face.

Yet, it is not my fault. For i can’t help but smile when i think about later tonight.
Pore excreting upon pore,
and how my fingers will through comb your hair.

this is it
if i write one more word,
it’ll be the furthest away from a scribble i’ve ever been...