I walk on the ashes of my heart,because I carry the fire in my soul.hearts become ashes, souls burn forever.

like the moon, not always full but always beautiful.

the moon whispered „It’s okay my dear,you are the sun,you’ll rise again.

she changed when she apologized toherself for loving them too loud,herself too silent.she changed, andchanged when she fell in love with herself.

my heart is too fragile,just a bit of love,just a bit of shake,is what it takes,to make it break,and break, and break.

she found peacein her own storms,but when she loves,she still has thethunder in her eyes,hurricane in her mind.

come in,I’ll show you a glimpse of my soul, of my heart.I’ll show you my mind,it’s a very dark place.I’ll show you wherethe poems are made.it’s a very numb,empty and lost space.come in,and I’ll show youwhat I’ve becometoo broken for many,yet loved by some.

I hope, you find the strength to let go of what hurts you. I hope, you realize that pain is simple, what breaks you, won’t heal you. I hope you’ll realize, that love is simple because what really loves you, won’t leave you.

she’s a perfect mess,with a young heart,and an old soul.a beautiful disaster,a masterpiece of words.chaos within tragedy.art in the shades of poetry,a flawless masterpiece,so perfectly damn good.