Mylin

mmmliss:

I don’t blame you. I actually think this is funny. And that’s a good sign. I don’t need you anymore. For the first time in a long time I can say that.

walking-on-broken-glass:

A vision with long hair,
big brown eyes,
a beauty coming from inside.

She put built up walls,
selective on whom,
would be allowed within.
A string of disappointments,
Had left behind distrusting demeanor.
She was resistant, resilient, unsure…

Yet one persisted.

He was the quiet…