Being a girl,
Doesn't mean a three way hole,
Being a girl,
Means to be admired and respected as a whole..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that getting married is your goal,
Being a girl,
Means to be whatever your heart says to your soul..

Being a girl
Doesn't mean that (just) as a mother, wife or girlfriend is your role..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to prove yourself as a diamond in the mine of coal..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that entire your life you need to stay a tadpole..
Being a girl,
Means that you need to develop into a frog before getting ole..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you are the negative of the dipole,
Being a girl,
Means that - you need to take your life's control..

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean to accept your worth to be ***** and *****,
Being a girl,
Means to accept your beauty, not just the duty,

Being a girl,
Doesn't mean that you can be a heroine just in the movie..
Being a girl,
Means that you can be a superhero in real life - you can be a ruby!

she got a tattoo stenciled “tabula rasa” and could never see the irony.

I'm not perfect.
Neither are you.
It's time to face the truth.

She lays awake at night listening to songs that remind her of you. Because you broke her, and she will always remember that.

She, blank-stared, eyes
The color of the forest
And filled with joy

Or none, her hands
Tight around his heart
She warns, don't say it

Sometimes he caves,
He gives into her carnal desires
And let's another night pass
Without saying how he feels

Sometimes he breaks,
Tells her that she makes
His heart beat like a drum
And he feels her everywhere
A burning passion

She, blank-stared, only listens
But she wishes she could
Let the words escape her mouth
"You mean everything to me"

I constantly find myself
running away from how
I feel because maybe I don't
want to admit you're the
reason why I'm hurting.

I'd rather sit in silence with
a broken heart not knowing why
I am then think about what could've been.

I'd rather break down over and over
because the bottle is over flowing then
sit and think about your smile.

I'd rather cut myself and stand at
the edge of a building contemplating
suicide than remember the way
you used to look at me.

I walked through the city hemmed with sound,
I was all alone hence I walked around,  

Passed by the broken heart boy,  
The one who lost  joy,  

Walked beside the depressed girl,
She wouldn't smile even with a pearl,  

The man who dies everyday of pain,  
He's tired of hearing " no pain no gain "

The man who died,  
The boy who lied,  
The girl that cried,  
Things we can't hide,  

And for those who smile,  
To hide what's inside,  
They've been sad for a while,  
But still smile wide,

The broken hearts,  
The fake smiles,  

Came back home after a long walk,  
From all I saw I can't talk .....