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Beauty is not measured by how well you can paint a mask onto your vulnerable naked face.
It's not the price tag on your clothes,
or even how many whistles you get in a day.

Beauty is measured by
perseverance,
courage,
and kindness.

Once a girl has mastered all three she will no longer need her paint.
I wonder if you understand
The day your hand touched mine
If you could sense the change in air
The abrupt halt of time
Soul mate
I wonder if you fully know
I am attuned to your heart
I can read between your lines
The rarest piece of art  
Soul mate
I wonder if you understand
How fierce this love can be
My kindred spirit, heart's desire  
The other half of me
Everytime we touched,
I felt a spark.
Eventually it grew to a flame
That destroyed me slowly.
Sparks ignite into flames, good or bad.
 Aug 2014 Jessi Bee
20something
I dreamed about you again last night,
and I swear I could practically feel your warm breath on my neck.
Your arms were wrapped tightly around my waist,
like you were afraid I might slip away during the night.
As you slowly opened your eyes,
I imagined your sleepy eyed gaze on me,
making my stomach do a little flip,
because I don't think I will ever get used to waking up next to you,
and the easy tilt of your grin as you move in closer ...
and then each time I wake up,
and I remember:
you're there and
I'm
here

— The End —