the roses are dead
the violets are too
if you want to join them
i'll come with you

So many poems
and stories
have gone unwritten
due to fear of not being good enough

Love her.
Love her like she is a masterpiece that you saw in a gallery
She just stuck out

Her raven hair
Long and elegant lines carved by a brush
Her eyes
Bright colours that shine even in the darkest nights
Her delicate curves
Flowing down the canvas
Her emotions drown you in a feeling you can't describe
One too powerful for words
Her laugh drenches you in a feeling of utter enjoyment
Her texture is soft and tranquilizing
You get so lost in her presence.

Love her.
Love her like she is a masterpiece you saw in a gallery
She just stuck out.

3am, my bestfriend..
She certainly knows me in my most unadulterated form...
My anxieties, my fears, my frustrations...
3am, my bestfriend...
She is really good at keeping secrets..
For when I wake up in the morning, no body knows a thing
3am, my bestfriend
She sure is a good listener..
Listens to my sobbing, when I stuff cloth in my mouth to make sure I dont make any sound...
3am, my bestfriend
She is also a good counselor
Consoles me till my.heart is empty, till my eyes are dry...
3am, my bestfriend
I dont doubt her loyalty
I know she ll be there for me, every time the soul in me cries for help