the sun finds the solace as she meets the sea so the night begins still waters reflect the sky the wind blows starlight dances delicately upon the ripples and so shall we before dawn she will know peace.
She was the flower that made the sun want to rise.
If you are lost in the darkness look for a beacon let her light guide you home when you arrive at your destination you'll realize you were never really lost at all.
You want perfection, But aren’t willing to put in the work To achieve it. You get upset and say “You’re burning down my paradise.” But “your paradise” is dry enough to burn Because you haven’t watered it. All in all You’re a bad gardener.