Love Could Never Bloom In A Concrete

What Was Beauty Unless You Intended To Use It, Like A Hammer, Or A Key? It Was Just Something For Other People To Use And Admire, Or Envy, Despise. To Nail Their Dreams Onto Like A Picture Hanger On A Blank Wall. And So Many Girls Saying, Use Me, Dream Me.

I Couldn't Imagine Owning Beauty Like My Mothers. I Wouldn't Dare.

When You Started Thinking It Was Easy, You Were Forgetting What It Cost.

I've Told You, Nobody Becomes An Artist Unless They Have To.

What Is Real Is Always Worth It.