She moves with a certain type of attitude. Believes in herself. Buys herself a new purse, new shimmering necklace, new shoes. To show herself gratitude. Filling her own bag and living by her own rule. Nose to the sky as she passes through, Such beauty in her precious smile as she enters every room, Breeze flows through her hair to make every eye illume. But no one can see the pain she’s been through. She hides it all so well.. Before sleep she stares at the gashes before stit
I know you feel what I feel
That sun shining so bright within that we can’t conceal
Every moment seems surreal
I didn’t want to fall but your breeze was too strong
I didn’t want another rose to grow but seeds were planted
And you grew, purple Iris... Slowly unfold the beauty that you hold Guide me to Heaven from Earth
As you bloom, your eyes write a story untold
Now what is it worth.. This.. How can I hide this?
This energy created from a supernatural force much high
You enter the room being capable to fill an empty glass with joy, anyone that witnesses that precious smile suddenly lives a life with grace.
But right now.. I see your doubt. Could it be the internal obsession with clout stemming from the media you can’t go a day without?
This addiction has all your attention.
Focused on your mentions you don’t even notice all that you’ve been missing.
Which is all that life has to offer.
You’re all you need. Stop looking at the screen