Beautiful Mess.

You've got the best of both worlds

You're the kind of girl who can take down a man,

And lift him back up again

You are strong but you're needy,

Humble but you're greedy

And based on your body language,

And shoddy cursive I've been reading

Your style is quite selective,

though your mind is rather reckless

Well I guess it just suggests

that this is just what happiness is

Hey, what a beautiful mess this is

It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you write

Kind of turn themselves into knives

And don't mind my nerve you could call it fiction

But I like being submerged in your contradictions, dear

'Cause here we are, here we are

Although you were biased I love your advice

Your comebacks ‒ they're quick

And probably have to do with your insecurities

There's no shame in being crazy,

Depending on how you take these

Words that paraphrasing this relationship we're staging

And what a beautiful mess, yes it is

It's like picking up trash in dresses

Well it kind of hurts when the kind of words you say

Kind of turn themselves into blades

And the kind and courteous is a life I've heard

But it's nice to say that we played in the dirt

'Cause here, here we are, here we are

Here we are

We're still here

What a beautiful mess this is

It's like taking a guess when the only answer is "Yes"

Through timeless words and priceless pictures

We'll fly like birds not of this earth

And tides ‒ they turn ‒ and hearts disfigure

But that's no concern when we're wounded together

And we tore our dresses and stained our shirts

But it's nice today.
Oh, the wait was so worth it.

 

Deal.

because...

-Jessica-

Love Is Hard.

I see lovers in the street walking,

without a care.

They're wearing out loud

like there's something in the air

Oooooh, and I don't care.

They're treading lightly

No they, don't sink in

There's no tracks to follow

They don't care where they're going

And if they're lucky and they'll

They'll get to see

And if they're really really lucky

They'll get to feel...

And it kicks so hard,

It breaks your bones.

Cuts so deep

It hits your soul.

Tears your skin and

Makes your blood flow.

It's better that you know,

That love is hard.

Love takes hostages,

Gives them pain.

Gives someone the power to

Hurt you again and again

Ooooh, but they don't care.

And if they're lucky and they'll

They'll get to see and if they're

Really really lucky

They'll get to feel.

And if they're truly blessed

And they get to believe

And if you're damned you'll never let yourself

Be deceived.

And it kicks so hard,

It breaks your bones.

Cuts so deep

It hits your soul.

Tears your skin

And makes your blood flow.

It's better that you know,

That love is hard...

If it was easy,

It wouldn't mean nothing though.



Radiate.



Tired.

Too true.

To You.

What an unexpected turn of events in my life lately!

But in reflection, my blessings indefinitely outweigh my trials.

And through these times, I am so thankful for all of you who have popped into my life at the perfect time for us to be there for each other in ways we maybe never fathomed we would.

For today, an unexpected conversation and exchange of such simple but FULL words...

I've always appreciated you.

Thank you for today.

A man of few words.

But ones that stick.

This one's for you:

Appreciating life's simple gifts.

-Jessica-

Order.

Make the decision every day.

Change your perspective in every weak moment.

{Le Love}



-Jessica-