I. castles from paper where heartache turns the ink. writing prayers on her body, lullaby of stormy lips sealed before words would have sunk.
II. the rumor has it that she sold her heart at the age of five. for the glory. for the gold. to be a god. to be nothing at all. the crown on her head grew heavier with every year. at least she didn't have to worry about time. the anchor was sold, with every year she married her soul to the void.
III. the shores bring songs. the girls. the girl is made of shattered pieces that the ocean got rid of. storms only make her stronger. she lives on tragedy and leaves lost bones in the arms of unforgiving water.
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slowtown ↠ alice cullen
Fanfictionthis battleground is deadly but you wear blood well for someone so gentle. and this was always your nature, to give light in the dark to shatter when needed They say the biggest stars burn brightly and die quickly. achilles was the sun but baby...
