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About her, an air of mystery
I feel I must pursue;
Besides my own sake,
It is my duty
To convince her
That my every word
Is true
She said, "I hate my own skin." With so much certainty, That I couldn't help but frown. "Why?" I asked. "It's imperfect," she clarified. "It's scarred, blemished, and, worst of all, It's full of moles."
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
With you in my life
All I need is to see
Your smile and shining face
Your touch on my skin
As you wipe away my tears
And teach me how to love again.
Its The Way She Smiles
No Matter How She Really Feels
The Way She Wrinkles Her Nose
When She Laughs At My Jokes
Or How Her Braces Catch My Lip
That Awkward Silence Is Just So Golden
If I was stranded on a deserted island, what would I take with me?
I should probably choose something practical, water or fire.
Some food or maybe something to create a shelter.
You're the galaxy and
I'm just a dead star millions of
Light years away,
Baby doll, you have constellations
On your skin and the planets
Orbiting your aura,
I'm burned out, tired,
