She's an old soul with young eyes, a vintage heart, and a beautiful mind.

She is a rare soul, she has this infectious energy that makes you want to run next to her, she belonged to no one but herself & to anyone that was yet understand themselves, found the missing pieces in her presence.

She was a wonderful teenage girl who had the miraculous power to cure herself from any wound, either physical or mental. With her own salty tears, she would cleanse her raw wounds. And her breaths were given, as though not to breathe but, rather, to fan her sores.

You don't need an entire garden bed, to notice the beauty of a flower.

she enetered the room and the entire crowd stopped, who was she? even in a million moons; you will never understand her, for she is to mysterious to presume and too wise to share her light to everyone. I wanted to love her, but i could tell, i wasnt the only one.

This is a girl you can’t keep. You aren’t allowed to.

Your intuition won't fail you, the quest dear; is to silence your mind so you can feel your way home.

Yes I believe a man will compliment my life oneday, but what's the rush.. I mean everyone's searching so passionately for something to fill the void and I don't want any part in that, I'm happy finding my own way untill I get swept of my feet.

She always had that about her, the sparkle in her eye, she was unshakeable and what made her so admirable was; her ability to shine bright when no one knew of her pain.

She was a mystery, personal in her journey but social in her seek; you wouldn't believe the depth in her heart until the day you felt her essence, for the very first time.

she will never grow old, her heart is too beautiful.

Some women become reckless with the fire, some find every way to put it out and rise above with the ashes left behind.

i loved her, for she was beauty dressed in a selfless personality and the skin of unconditional love. A voice of truthful melody and eyes holding a vision so large, maybe, just maybe she was born to change the world.

And they can’t understand, what hurts more— Missing the other person, or pretending not to.

How could she be someone’s mistake?

Ask any dreamer, it's not an easy road, But to them; they never questioned, what they'd always known.