lunes, 14 de marzo de 2016

She, me.

She is beauty but everything inside her screams.
She had so much to say but somehow her voice was lost.
She has ghosts. Ones that follows her around, everyday.
She is strong. She is a fighter.
She has a dark past but decides to live a colorful life.

Sometimes my sadness feels too heavy that I forget how to breath and fake a smile.