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Its usually about what she hears,
So please tell her the right things,
Don't say you love her if you don't mean it,
Because either way she might believe it,
If you don't think she's good looking,that's your opinion keep it to yourself,
What's the point of you telling her anyway?
Note that not  every girl fully acknowledges her beauty,
Being soft isn't being weak,
Don't take that for granted,her softness,fast loving and beautiful nature ; that's what makes her strong,
Because it brings forth experiences which toughen her,
She's a girl,she's beautiful.
Not saying girls always take in everything,nop!others know who they are so no matter what they're told,they stay grounded then on the other hand;some are still searching for who they really are,and are receptors of different opinions and views..cheers to all the ladies!! ;)
Nobody cares when you make the right choice
they start to care once you've made the wrong one.


© Brittney Hibbert 2016
#choices
 May 2016 Langit Mara
saoirse
and it sounds cliche
but when I told you
I loved you
I meant it, but what
I really meant
was that I'd destroy
everything
in this world for you,
including myself
 May 2016 Langit Mara
j
attachments
 May 2016 Langit Mara
j
"do not be attached"
I keep saying it to my mind,
but my mind just laughed,
and said
"you keep on saying that,
but you never do it"*
and then suddenly,
I realized,
it is easy to say,
but hard to do...
because, once you get attached,
detachment will leave marks.
I saw the way you smiled at her
And in that moment I realized
That you and I will never be.
Not because you love her so
But because I would never allow it.
Your happiness is always first.
It is all that matters to me.
And in that moment it was clear,
She made you happier than I am ever capable of.
I watched her give you something that I can never give:
Joy upon your face.
All I have ever given you
Is my worry,
Paranoid apologies,
Desperate tears,
And the promise to love you unconditionally
Forever and ever.
But I can not make you happy
So you will never be mine.
I'd rather be stuck in the sixth plane of hell
Than to be embraced by arms
Engulfed by the flames of lust
Disguised as love
Itching to burn through my skin
To take down my walls
And incinerate my being
Then leave me in ashes
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