she stands in front of me wailing inside; statuesque, freckled, sad smile, whimsical face, hard to describe. there was a subtle depth in her aura.
says, "i've given up on my life taking any faerie tale turn."

at those words,
i wanted to be everything to her.
i wished for the passion of romeo, the charm of casanova, and the beauty of dorian gray.
if only
to take her on a ride through the back streets of naples,
to traipse about the galleries of the louve,
to sleep on the sands of a riviera,
to love under a thousand magical moons.
but with my heart in my throat, I could say nothing.

in that moment, her eyes gleaming at mine, a sadness unveiled itself.
this doubt enshrouded in her crimson locks;
wanting so much of the unknown, but always staying with what is sure.
sixteen years old-
already bought and sold.