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the rain sounds on the rooftop
Hitting so fiercely, so uncontrollably
The rain, it’s on top of the world,
smashing against this rooftop,
feeling as it will never stop
But this rain, starts to
But doesn’t realize it until it’s
digging fingernails into the
Praying to the God above
that He will teach them to
Teach them to forgive,
to really live
to be on top of the roof again,
To live right,
and to do
without a fight
But this rain,
continues to slide,
covering it’s eyes,
trying to hide
From what’s to come,
is rock bottom
Then here it comes,
giving up any possible way
what has been broken
But the most beautiful thing,
blocks the path,
while this rain,
is uncontrollably spiraling down,
while the cruel thoughts linger,
placed into the deep depths of the mind,
by this unforgettable,
It caught the fall,
without one stutter,
and this rain,
will be forever thankful..
that God invented
here we are again,
all the way to the rooftop
i hope you know how exquisitely beautiful you are.
your worth is not amounted in popularity,
or how many followers you have.
your worth is not grades, looks, height,
or what you weigh.
you are not defined by your skin color,
or your past—
these things are essential, beautiful parts of your make up but…
they are not your essence.
your worth is that you are, perfectly you.
intricate and vibrant, an important part of the world.
you have lungs that breathe,
a mind that thinks and dreams,
a heart that beats and loves.
you are someone unique and dazzling:
a story, a poem, a song…
a universe of blazing lights and burning fires.
but most importantly, you are a life.
And that’s something beautiful.
(Source: thedustdancestoo, via thedustdancestoo)
Love can really fuck a person up
You fall for someone and you
realize you love them
You love them.. So. Much.
and thinking it’ll last forever—
They’re the only person you’ll love
they shatter you
they end you.
Did you never really love them?
Or will you.. Never. Stop.
The internal heart-wrenching pain…
never settling like a blood-filled vain.
Who can expect us to love again…
When the love we once experienced,
The pain is like, a dark filled sky—
and we have to learn to fly