I wonder why your insecurities don’t match your eyes. You beguile everyone with your exquisite. You don’t understand them, but they seem certain you’re special. And you are. If only you could see it. But You are the image at the end of the fall. You watched yourself get there- yet you lived it all. You silence your pain, but you never forget it’s there. Maybe that’s why… But your eyes are beautiful and they’ve never matched your insecurities. #insecurity #Poems #Struggle #poe

I saw a walking cemetery. She was a sight to behold. Her steps were littered with dread, Her presence sensed before she was seen. There was just an aura about her that sent chills down your spine. Her smile- a radiant grimace, graciously danced on her lips, And her lips were cracked with unending efforts to expose the turmoil within. She was dead inside. Her insides had become a burial ground for her dreams. Her hopes were cremated, and the ashes strewn across her abd

❤️ Those are the passionate ones. The ones who bleed zeal and show it. The unapologetic ones. They’re the red hearts. 💛 These are young and full of life. They exude youth as keenly as the sun exudes light. Theirs is rainbows and unicorns. They’re the yellow hearts. 💚 These are the warm ones. They give off themselves until there’s nothing left. They know why they do, but we’ve stopped trying to understand them. They’re the green hearts. 💗 These have hope of better stories.