that girl with the broken heart,
she never backs down from a fight.
she bursts like an array of shooting stars.
she blooms like the tell tale signs of spring.
she keeps enough distance to shine among the darkness,
but sometimes she catches herself contemplating phantom faces.
and her love-
oh, when she loves-
it burns like the scorching heat on a summer day.
and until the sunshine melts into the night sky
and raindrops bloom into flowers,
she is the moon that illuminates gold in the path i walk.
YOU ARE READING
beautiful silence.
Adventurei'm begging you to swim with me through this lightning storm. because without you, i swear i will drown.
