I never understood how I wanted to find beauty in self doubt I want to rise like the bravest bird among the shifting clouds Love may soothe my fears but they will not abate if I don't believe in myself
I will not let this sadness consume me The Romantic Drunk has found meaning in the sun even in the coldest of raindrops Standing tall, I will be like every tree faced with aging I will be a better person having gained these scars
Whether nature's scent upon her hair or the dull reality of morn greets me I will welcome either for I am born again
Love may cure me or even break my heart I accept that
the story you're telling with these few lines is sad but has a positive outlook on the future which is painted with each words. The words you choose are you brush or your rage. They clean away your sadness by providing and nurturing a future that is so close but yet so far. Great work! :)
the story you're telling with these few lines is sad but has a positive outlook on the future which is painted with each words. The words you choose are you brush or your rage. They clean away your sadness by providing and nurturing a future that is so close but yet so far. Great work! :)