Black Tulipz – Day 31, Never Give Up On Your Dreamz

A convex of emotions are laid on an empty piece of paper hoping it will flower,
Some day.
One can only pray for change to blossom throughout every season the of the year.
Why stay the same,
For what purpose?
Not a single lick of sense it makes as much as flipping the page over.
Pages in a story written by the blood dripping from your fingertips.
Your crying eyes.
Swiped off your brittle cheek bones by a palm you can hardly open.
From a vicious war against inner voices where you rise,
Victorious.
A victory no one can achieve without bittersweet defeat,
Nor imploring for forgiveness.
Forgiveness…
Forgiving yourself regardless of every scar you find hideous while,
Your beloved sees beauty within them…