Broken strings & Pretty things

The world, seen through a young girl's eyes.


You’re a silent brigade in the dead of the night.
You’re the fiery balm in the bitterness of Winter.
You’re a booming whisper in the midst of silence.
You’re the smiling eyes in the sea of unhappy faces.
You’re an unanswerable question in a black and white world.
You’re the simple rhetoric in a room filled with answers.
You’re an unquestionable happiness in a hopeless setting.
You’re the all-consuming love in a barren wasteland.


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