i know she glowed
because
her stretch-marks had a tone of a kind


i know she glowed
because
her face without freckles,
was a sky without stars


i know she glowed
because
she was a beautiful imperfection
that no one could hold an objection

We’re all just grains of sand...

“screaming at the ones we love
controlled by those we hate!”

“the beauty of a woman is in the adventures she's taken, the lives she's touched and all the minds she's awakened.
|
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.