a thousand storms and we still believe

I’m a girl born under the dawning sky of a grey city. I’m a girl with eyes like an ocean storm – purple and blue and green. A girl with words burning on her lips, longing to be free. Oh, I’m a poet-girl, a dandelion wish, the release of stardust from an indigo sky. Roses, moonlight and staining love.
I’m the girl that fell in love with a boy with dark moon eyes. Love-filled eyes that leave me breathless.
Fragile, oh, never again. Today I am free.
How can love ever be ephemeral?