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embeil
embeil
I have but a clue as to exactly what my purpose is but that's okay.
There are 2000 miles Between where I am and where I want to be. Every time the sun greets my car i seemed to be farther from where you are 2500 miles from home. I defended my life with a wavering voice But i still replay the way your voice shrank in size, The day when you grabbed my arm and begged me to stay. I want to come back home But i've got 3000 miles to go.
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Sep 27, 2014
Sep 27, 2014 at 11:26 PM UTC
Home
Today I make a promise To love myself with the light on When I fail to see the beauty in my body When I poke and squeeze and grab at my imperfections I will use gentle hands to embrace my body Securely holding my most precious gift And when I fall short, my love deteriorating My mind drowning in sorrow Planting poisonous thoughts Gruesome, self-loathing words That seep in between the cracks in myself that I feebly hold together When I neglect my body Because I have the audacity to pretend That I can love the swell of my stomach the plump of my thighs Times like this, when I see nothing but flaws I will sit in solitude Asking myself "Who am I" And those answers will look past all superficial matters Remembering that I am more than a body I am a soul I am a soul that laughs far too often And thrives off spontaneous acts One who fancies rainy mornings in coffee shops Who can lose herself in a book for hours upon hours One who yearns to fall in love with every corner of the world And one who walks through book stores, tracing her fingers on every binding So when I contemplate my image I will remind myself of the beauty in my sleepy eyes Discover the worth in my curves Realize that my scars show my strength at my weakest moments Pretend that my freckles are kisses left my those watching over me Revel at how my veins glisten dark blue against the pale of my skin And how they come together to form a heart on the front of my right hand Because I'd like to believe that it is a reminder that my body loves me. Every cell in my body fights for me Today I make a promise To find peace within my mind That I will find beauty regardless of my size Today I make a promise. When I say that I love myself I will mean every single letter.
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Feb 19, 2014
Feb 19, 2014 at 12:04 AM UTC
I am enough
Today I make a promise To love myself with the light on When I fail to see the beauty in my body When I poke and squeeze and grab at my imperfections I will use gentle hands to embrace my body Securely holding my most precious gift And when I fall short, my love deteriorating My mind drowning in sorrow Planting poisonous thoughts Gruesome, self-loathing words That seep in between the cracks in myself that I feebly hold together When I neglect my body Because I have the audacity to pretend That I can love the swell of my stomach the plump of my thighs Times like this, when I see nothing but flaws I will sit in solitude Asking myself "Who am I" And those answers will look past all superficial matters Remembering that I am more than a body I am a soul I am a soul that laughs far too often And thrives off spontaneous acts One who fancies rainy mornings in coffee shops Who can lose herself in a book for hours upon hours One who yearns to fall in love with every corner of the world And one who walks through book stores, tracing her fingers on every binding So when I contemplate my image I will remind myself of the beauty in my sleepy eyes Discover the worth in my curves Realize that my scars show my strength at my weakest moments Pretend that my freckles are kisses left my those watching over me Revel at how my veins glisten dark blue against the pale of my skin And how they come together to form a heart on the front of my right hand Because I'd like to believe that it is a reminder that my body loves me. Every cell in my body fights for me Today I make a promise To find peace within my mind That I will find beauty regardless of my size Today I make a promise. When I say that I love myself I will mean every single letter.
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I hope one day you look back on your life And you realize that there wasn't anyone who craved your touch as much as I.
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Jan 10, 2014
Jan 10, 2014 at 8:48 PM UTC
III
Of night time sadness Vanquished by the thoughts of flowers Of days filled the shivers of eternal rest Pushed towards the breath of vivacity Of voices melancholy singing To those of once empty mind and soul Of certain moments suspended in time Where nostalgia can shine its way through Like the cracks in your ribs Where now and then collide in a brilliant flash There is the life I want to spend with you.
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Jan 2, 2014
Jan 2, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
With you