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

Dedicated to all women everywhere. May those around you see glory when they see you Her lips are sugar and seasoned spice. Her tongue is hot pepper. Her words are oxygen in your breath. Her fingers are iron sunshine. Her dreams are alive and fierce Her countenance is grace, She wears her strength in different ways. Her hair is the crown on her head, Her very being is like the wind, She blows steadily, but can howl forcefully. She feels everything. Her steps are sure-footed Sh

The coast is clear. No, really – the coast is clear There’s no sign of you anywhere But you said you’ll come for me And I’ve awaited your return ever since. I have watched the sun set over this horizon for months, And I see no sign of your sails. You said you’ll do it for me- You promised to sail the seven seas if you had to, as long as it brought you back to me. If I could find you, I will ride the waves to you, If I knew where you were, I would build a bridge of broken memo