I was but unkempt soil -
a wasteland
littered with scraps
of swooning sentiments
and remains of 'I',
once found in unity.
Then suddenly,
out of the deepest blue
living in me -
I realized
that nothing in life worth getting
comes easy.
Since then...
"My mouth grows clichés
like roses
and crystal towers;
My lips birth words
like sparkle
and sunset;
My hands build a garden
for you to bloom."
Belief came back to me
(and I've been thinking about it).



. So here it is! My favorite part!






LOL in fact just last night i told someone i was given back the sparkle in my eyes 


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