baby, give the stars a chance to shine brighter than you.

>> masterpiece.

she was delicate, fragile and sensitive. she was thrilling, mysterious and intriguing.
she was sunshine, brightness and the light.
she was the moonlight, stars and the dark.
she was happy, yet broken.
she was an open book, yet mysterious.
she was light, yet she was dark.
She was a rare masterpiece. The kind that made you want to stare at it, for hours and observing every small detail and analysing it, yet never being able to completely figure it out.
she was beautiful. the most beautiful masterpiece to ever exist in this fucked up world. she was the perfect kind of perfect.