'꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧'꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧'꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦꒷‧'꒷꒦‧˚.‧꒷꒦

My darling,

 you hold so much sadness, 

in your eyes,

i can almost touch the scars of your soul,

and cry,

She's got

 a heavy heart,

a messy soul,

a reckless heart,

and i think its beautiful,

the way she carries herself.

She conquered her demons,

and wore her scars as wings.

She was a wild,

tangled forest,

with temples and treasures,

concealed within,

and what makes her ever unique,

is that,

 she wears strength and darkness equally,

the girl has always been half goddess half hell.