Melody Lee

I want your naked soul or nothing at all.

It was no mere accident you were sent to me, perfect synchronicity. Familiar souls wrapped in skin, brought together through time again.

When the world is too much, create your own. I do it every day.

It takes a strong man to be with a woman full of fire and stars and all of October.

You broke meI__ trying to put allthe piecesback togetherThe processis takinglonger than expected.

She adored fairy tales,yet derived great rewardrewriting them to the melody of her own warrior soul.Her fairytales weren__ made of desperate girlsbeing rescued by handsomespoiled princes.Her stories were made of badass womenteasing monstersand running wild with dragons.

Don__ rule out magic in ordinary things.Simply open your heartExpand your mindand believe. Magic is all aroundit can be felt in raindrops touching your cheeksand seen in rainbows after a storm.Falling in love is also a magical thing.

If you see her staring into space, probably her mind is in a deep poetic embrace or a story is brewing in her clever little head. This girl is in a trance, it will pass, just let her be until she has completed her beautiful internal dance.

I knew he was the one when he mended my wings and looked forward to where they would take me. Embrace those who encourage your growth... who don't fear the journey into Wonderland, Neverland, Whereverland.

Lionhearted woman carrying silver swords beneath your skin. Your heart is huge, copious courage you hold within. You fight and never give in when the cause is worthy, brave valiant woman.

Always the wild child, conceived in flames, born of fire. Drawn to the forbidden, witch, warlock, burning stones. Her blood is made of moonlight; part dark, part light. Her heart, it's a sword; fiercely loyal and will fight to the death for those whom she loves. You can throw her in the fire, she always returns as a flame: the fervor is her anchor, her safe-haven... her blood.

The moon glistens in her dreamy eyes as she frolics in the dark forest. She__ got wild overgrowing in her bones, and tangles upon tangles of midnight weaving through her long silky hair, this belle of the night.

She__ over the top rebellious,but damn her heart overflowing with insane love.She shakes thing up.Doesn__ play by rules and certainly fitsin nobody__ pretty perfect box.

You were nothing more than a daydream that a beautiful heart was bound to fall in love with, and daydreams aren't real and beautiful hearts trust easily, fall fast and crash hard.

I have an attraction to strangeand unusual things.I find them interesting,spellbinding,utterly fascinating.

Don't be afraid to wake up your dream... give it a hard nudge, a toss of cold water... make it leap, make it fly. Dreams won't come to life without action.

Don__ be afraid of your struggles, they are making you dangerously strong and wise. They are preparing you for your superpowers. Let them happen, otherwise you__l stay in the same damn place you__e always been, and until you know there is so much more awesomeness in the world you__l be content in your tiny cocoon, spinning the same circles day in and day out. Your struggles are transforming you.

She's not stumbling, she's not lost. She's simply romancing her inner animal and falling in love with the wild part of her soul.