The Writer

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Look with your soul instead of your eyes and you will learn to appreciate the smaller things more. 💙

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From War to Salvation Written on April 27, 2019 Written by Me. #writing #emotions #writingismyrelease #powerful #thewriter #theinspirationalist #war #salvation https://www.instagram.com/p/Bw6NWjShnupLOp-ui4FwWXqDtI45vPJWXGeLR40/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=f1de5cgymc3i

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Love thy self

To breathe fire, is to walk through Hell

The darkness alone, is thy dark spell

She is who she is, memories and all

She would get 3 steps ahead and fall

She did not stand alone

She can be good, and bad to the bone

There is this person, who brings the good in her

Makes her heart flutter and the bad blur

She might not walk through fire as much anymore

But if it comes down to it,

Watch Out

She will use her inner strength and become her own Thor

Hell is not always dark, and Heaven is not always bright

Inner beauty and outer beauty are always a fight

To fight your inner demons, is to regain control

You can't get rid of them, they will burn like coal

She is scared to be alone, as she is used to it

But at the same time, she doesn't want to admit

that she the strong, independent lady, everyone sees her to be

Needs love for she is broken, and cannot always set herself free

The time is come, she is not so broken

The words of the wise, and the time has spoken

She is not far, from the brinks of Hell

She will always be strong, it;s hidden in her shell

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Loneliness

Loneliness

The smell of loneliness, of being alone, can be describes as a dank, dark, musky basement. A smell that is truly unforgettable

Or the smell of blood, laid out on a surface, long forgotten. Seeping into the concrete, permanently stained.

A forest with rotted trees, decaying because there is no one too look after them.

Loneliness

Is a dark, scary place.

Will I ever see the light?

-Lex C.

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My Love

With your captivating forest eyes, with specks of mud and sunlight, with glimmers of the ocean

I have never been so mesmerized by such eyes, such as yours.

When your happy, your eyes remind me of playing in the forest by the rivers and the long grass on a bright sunny day

When your sad, your eyes remind me of a chilly night, under the moon, looking for what I've lost.

Never could I ever imagine, looking into such a soul as beautiful as yours and call it my home and an adventure just waiting to happen.

-Lex C.