August 18, 2017 By BeautyBeyondWords in Momentum Tags: art, believe, bloggers, blogto, bodies, books, broken, dream, emotions, fire, flowers, forever, hate, heart, her, hope, life, literature, love, lovers, nature, pain, photography, poems, poetry, poets, power, publishers, relationships, soul, souls, stars, Toronto, truth, women, woods, words, world, writers
She’s graceful as the wind,
Powerful like a storm,
Calm as a peaceful current.
She’s a beauty amongst the eyes,
a careless whisper throughout the night.
She’s the speck of sunshine and a magnitude of destruction.
She is fierce, she is wild, she is the woman we grow up to be.
The most fragile part of our body is what we cannot see but we can feel. Our soul lost in the tangles of love where the urge to devour their love is moons away. Where their scent lingers but cannot feel. When their skin exposed willing to touch but you cannot feel. Souls lost in two worlds that stand clear in front of you, but your will is lost in a forbidden dance of what is real and what your mind desires.-bbw
“She’s the language of love,
an open flower in her garden of grace,
She brightened the sky with her luminous colours and calming demeanour,
she’s the langauge of love,
a beauty that brightens any dark sky.-bbw”
Even at her worst he loves her. Her darkness is his happiness. Her sadness is his weakness. Imperfect yet beautiful is what he only saw looking at her. Her smile was the universe telling him he won. He found her. He found the girl he could finally drown himself inside of. Love and imperfections, that was the key to life. -bbw
Her mind was lost in the wind, a chaotic soul tangled in her desires. The colour of the world dressed by her beautiful mind. She longed for more than city highs and long days, she wanted a world where the wind was her music and the woods were her friends.
She was the satisfaction he craved, every path he carved to reach her was passed on by her beauty. He wanted to taste her lips, he wanted all of her. But she refused to need him, she found no satisfaction of pleasing him. She searched the world hiding inside the woods craving a life she never new existed. She created her own path of self-satisfaction, learning new ways to love herself before loving another him again.
Sometimes you need to put yourself happiness first, love will come my dear, may not come tomorrow, may not come in a month or in many years. But loving yourself first with a crown over your head means you finally found your self-satisfaction.
-Beauty Beyond Words
Believer of love,
A Sinner of many,
I hoped for a life
That was not like any,
Your graceful words
Your charming spirit,
A world of many kinds,
You kept me alive,
You captured my heart,
I shed tears at your goodbye,
The turning of pages,
The delicate words,
It was love at first when I opened the book.-BBW