One of my favorite animals is a giraffe.
They're so awkward and lanky,
yet despite their strange appearance
there is a a grace in there gallivant;
there is a beauty to their mien.

They don't flaunt their attributes
or covet the patterns of their wildlife peers
because they have been graced with the privilege
to indulge in the secrets whispered by the leaves
amongst the tree tops.

If I were a book,
what would my cover lead you to believe?

Colorful knee socks - a bit quirky.
Nose ring - acquired during a brief rebellious phase.
Purple hair - craving attention.
Lack of eye contact - lacking self confidence, socially awkward.
Chipped nail polish - not quite a girly-girl or a tomboy
Combat boots - attempting to seem edgy.

Maybe your assumptions are right.
But you'll never know until you read the book.

Advice is a funny thing.
Always given, but never taken.
Advice is obvious.
"Don't do that."
"Trust your heart."
"Sometimes you have to learn the hard way."

Everyone is qualified
to tell you things you already know.
But I'd rather someone unqualified tell me something I didn't.

Sorry*
Adj:
feeling remorse or distress, especially regarding the misfortune of another.
Sorry.*

Synonyms:
"I wish you hadn't found out."
"I wish that one thing hadn't happened."
"Please don't be mad at me."
"I feel guilty."
"I don't know what to say."

It KILLED me.
The way you snuggled together.
You looked so content.
And here I thought your arms were reserved for me.
Pfftt.

I bet it felt good didn't it?
I bet you slept soundly beside each other...
you and your pillow.

My tongue was red
And yours was blue
So we made purple.

Tie dye my taste buds.
Paint my lips
With a kiss.

It's amazing
That light (or lack thereof) can alter the way you
See something.
In sunlight strands of hair become diamonds.
In the dark
Any face can seem beautiful.
Dawn is the happy medium
Between the beauty of night
And the marvel of the day.