She had a smile that twinkled at the curve of her lips. A laugh..like when happiness tickled a kid.

The dark of her eyes was sad mostly but sometimes it sparkled. Like she was trying to break away and yet was in love with her shackles.

She was hurt, broken into pieces in parts unknown, yet holding it together like repaired with gold.

 He knew she was torn, ruptured, and damaged.. but all he could see was how beautifully she was sewn! 



He moved in slowly behind her, his hand gliding on her waist. The cold leather around his wrists gave her goosebumps.

He moved her hair away, whispered smoothly in her ear “Who do you belong to?” pulling her close, almost kissing her.

“Myself” she replied “I am a slave to none”




She was the kind of girl who smiled a lot.
when hurricanes moved through her thoughts and darkness crept on her mind..
Even the chaos around her paused to admire how well she fought

She was the kind of girl who had magic in her eyes.
When she stopped and looked at u, it was to decide whether to dance with your angels or to silence ur demons, even the ones in disguise.

She was the kind of girl who had fire in her soul.
She could read you layer after layer down to ur core, touch u in places that would leave u begging for more.
But would rather kiss ur lips while holding ur face and lie in your lap all day to talk about constellations  and space