she was never loud, never desperate for attention—yet somehow, all eyes found her. not because she tried, but because she is. there’s something dangerous about a girl who knows her worth but doesn’t feel the need to announce it.
she moves like poetry, speaks like a secret, and leaves like a memory you can’t quite forget. soft, but not weak. kind, but never easy to keep.
and if you think you can have her just because you want her, you clearly don’t understand—she isn’t something you get… she’s something you’re lucky enough to be chosen by. ୨⍣୧
she moves like poetry, speaks like a secret, and leaves like a memory you can’t quite forget. soft, but not weak. kind, but never easy to keep.
and if you think you can have her just because you want her, you clearly don’t understand—she isn’t something you get… she’s something you’re lucky enough to be chosen by. ୨⍣୧