Give my soul wings, for my knees are too weak

You enter a place and there she is, laughing out load throwing her head back and has every one's attention. The girl with grey eyes laughs a laugh that is composed of years of experience, that enchants u and attracts u to her straight away. For she always is at the centre of the attraction. Her voice is loud and no one seems to mind that, her sassy attitude just comes so naturally. Her outfit perfectly put together, pulling off heels in a coffeehouse. She puffs life into any party that has been pronounced dead by even the rowdiest and craziest party starter. She throws smiles and winks all over the room and strikes her targets hearts with sleekness that comes from experience, as she lights a cigarette and puffs the smoke in the air, and gets looks of admiration for it. She knows it, she knows that she's the girl in all their dreams. All the guys around her they all see the sexy and cheeky outfit she wears and the confident smile she has on.

They see the charade she has around her, but no one has come close enough to peel it off, and to find that under the tough bright surface there is a dull, mallow and weak inside. There is a little girl, stranded at her corner, in tears. There's a soft heart that wants but to love and take care of all those she loves. There's a mind not even close to the shallowness she promotes. There is a tear that always shadows her eyes, a painful memory at every corner, a nightmare in every dream. There's the ghost of her father haunting her every move as she knows it, she's disappointing him with her every move. She gets away with pretending to be indifferent to the loss and as his memory saddens her for he is not around anymore.

What happened after his death horrifies her and haunts her in every single detail of her life, the uncle who raped her. It's like there's nothing to lose and she accepts the challenge against the world. With every hand that approaches her to take hers, she sees her uncle's grotesque hand groping her, she sees his eyes feasting on her body, she feels his horrid breath on her skin and feels his presence watching her. She tries to run but it's anchored to her mind, like a shameful scar on her wrist and the cigarette glares at them as she inhales.

She's not beyond league- just out of reach. She is chained by dark fear and held down by memories full of pain and agony. She doesn't trust, she can't trust, she is living her own life as an unwanted and heavy stranger that is just passing by not knowing that in some way or the other, she does leave her mark. The unintentional sunshine about her while her sun rises and warms all those around her, it fails her and leaves her frozen inside and inhabited with darkness. For her light doesn't break through the maze of old memories, her warmth can't remove the icy pain that has frozen her heart and her feelings. She's the winter of her world, sunless days and cold,cold nights and she never seems to care. She just goes through yet another day with the black lashes against those big grey eyes and the perfection about her looks, small and fragile. Yet everyone thinks they know, she's unbreakable she sails through the hearts that worship her, while her own heart trudges behind held back by tears, pain and agony. They all see her as the goddess that rules her followers with her grey eyes and enchants them with her majestic beauty. If only they can see her from her eyes, see all the pain that surrounds her and the dark memories that have spun a web around her heart. If only she would push the darkness away and go back to the little girl she was, snuggled up and safe in her daddy's arms as he read her fairy tales. If only she would believe that it only takes her to trust in fairy tales. How can she trust them, when they all seem the same, they are all attracted to her body, they all relish her beauty, she is disgusted by all of them.
Then she met him. She met him and he held her hand and she could feel floods within her; it's the ice melting, behold the transformation of a heart from stone to rhythmic beats. His hands are not like all other hands, for they do not grope, but they gently caress. A single ray of light breaks through the darkness that has for so long inhabited her heart and it's only now that she looks in the mirror and catches a glimpse of who she really is. The eyes are brighter, the grey is not gloomy but bright. For once, she's letting the whole world know her true colors. There's nothing to fear now and with his hand she climbs out of the bottomless pit that she lived in. She sees love from a different prespective as a restoring and constructive force that builds and not the force that has ripped her apart. It all seems to her like the rebirth of the world. The evolution of a girl that hid behind her makeup and cigarette smoke to one that just loves her life. She sees the whole world much brighter through his smile and she is warmed with his love. Finally her soul has gotten wings and is beginning to fly. Finally. Now she can trust to have him have her back on days when her knees are just too weak to take the weight of the past. She rests her head on his shoulders and closes her eyes, for she can trust again.