Who was she I’ll never know
Beauty out of this world
She had a breathtaking glow
As soon as she came into my world
I had to watch her go
Lost in the night
Like a UFO
Tag: beauty
A rose through the concrete
Just like between the cracks in the pavement,
Beneath the cracks in your soul and the tears in your heart
A rose grew through the concrete.
Love too will shine through you.
The beauty of flowers (& You)
I used to hate buying flowers,
I thought what’s the point, they’re expensive and they die in a week if that.
Rip off.
It wasn’t until I bought a rose for a girl that I realised how much that week of beauty can make.
The smile, the excitement, the joy… from a flower.
Amazing (kind of wish it didn’t take me 6 years to realise but hey ho)
But it also made me realise that if a flower can do that in a week, imagine the effect that you have when you enter someone’s life.
The beauty you bring.
The joy
The happiness.
Yes flowers die, yes they’re expensive.
But we die too.
And life is expensive.
Its everything that happens in between.
Life is beautiful.
And so is the effect you have on people in your life.
We are all flowers.
They are felt with the heart
“The most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, they are felt with the heart.”
The little prince
It’s not the mansion that’s beautiful, It’s the hard work you put in to acquire it that makes it so,
It’s not the abs you want, its the feeling of achievement you get once you have them
It’s not the relationship, just two people together, Its all the hardships you’ve been and overcome together that make it
It’s not the things we own, or our jobs we do its all the things we cannot see but have the biggest impact,
Happiness isn’t the holiday, or the cash in the bank, or the dream partner,
It is and always will be the work and the effort we put in.
“People where you live, the little prince said, grow five thousand roses in one garden… Yet they don’t find what they’re looking for… And yet what they’re looking for could be found in a single rose.”
Wild Child
Why don’t we play anymore,
When did our lives become so grey
Fearing another dreaded Monday
We used to play without a thought for the rest of the day
Stop and splash in a puddle, then make a dash straight to the next puddle
No thoughts of consequences of what the other kids thought of us
We were just happy
Maybe that’s what we ought to go back to doing
We seem to have caught this bug,
That we should not play
As it’s not the adult way
Or maybe it was taught to us
By someone who thought they were better than the rest of us
Now were all sad,
Because someone was mad
Because they were told that playing was bad
But look deep inside,
There’s a child inside that was locked away before its day
And its waiting to be let loose and go wild
Like a ship and its not ment to be docked
It wants to be out on the open sea
Yet the port is not blocked by a lock
There is no key you see the cage is imaginary
So jump in that puddle,
Give that tree a cuddle
Get muddy
That child inside is making you rage
Because you locked away your best buddy
Your snappy,
Your frightened of being judged by some bitch that you don’t even like
But ditch those thoughts
They dont serve you now
You’re tired of being unhappy
So leave the port and get out in the open
You are a wild child
Be happy
