in between thorns
and broken hearts
i grew flowers
in the broken parts
and scars
of my heart
in between thorns
and broken hearts
i grew flowers
in the broken parts
and scars
of my heart
Midnights mean new beginnings
midnights bring new beginnings
midnights ring in a new year
23 is a new year; a seven year
at midnight we begin again
00:00 we meet again
at the same time
for the first time
as she silently whispered to the winds—
i’m willing to lose everything
(let go)
and that’s how you rise
Butterfly
sometimes i wish i wouldn’t go writing for at least one day, but then again my mind can’t stop making sentences … (Mercury)
to what could’ve been
and still can be
to what’s not meant to be
and whatever will be
will b
b
give me something to hold onto— Poetry
hoje eu mergulhei no mar com a água da chuva a me molhar
body is heavy, can’t let go
fluid body, where did my soul go?
i knew it in my heart
Spirit lives at my core
e se por algum motivo
você não conseguisse voar
te emprestaria minhas asas
e flutuaria no ar
as she silently whispered to the winds—
i’m willing to lose everything
(let go)