Because she was a blank mural and you wrote all over her.

She is a woman who deserves some respect. She’s the one who’ll bear the belligerent burden of birthing your kids. She’s a woman, not an ass, or a breast or something else that could be...

My existence is young like the blossoming leaves. I have experienced nothing yet.

I will always be a girl that laughs as easily as she cries.

Self-love is the best love, and you’re the only one who gives it.

The sun illuminates the clouds. The moon brightens the night. That’s what love does

I’d loved to be alone with you, but then I guess that’d make us together.

Every cloud has a silver lining; little did you know my colors are starting to change.

Oh what a shame, if she thought any beauty that she has came from him. She didn’t understand the beauty of her own skin.