Her eyes tell the saddest stories, but her heart, that masterpiece of beauty, tells stories about undeniable strength.
She was caught between a strong mind and a fragile heart.
She didn't pay attention to the world ending for it has ended for her many times and began every morning.
Finding a pure heart is like digging for gold.
No beauty shines brighter than a good heart.
So she stays quiet while a war happens within her.
She was no different from other humans, a fragile creature made up of broken hearts and broken promises.
Girls like her were born in a storm. They had lightning in their souls, thunder in their hearts and chaos in their bones.
So before I go, I want you to remember one thing : be brave when you're afraid.
xoxo, Carly
