Because the definition of beauty isn't something as simple as your face
It's your very soul and mind  
The way you look at things with such childlike curiosity
Your mind an ocean of untapped creativity  
Your heart forever expanding, fueled by love and joy
And yet you still look in the mirror every single day, hating the person you've become
So you twist yourself into something ugly and fake
Don't tell me nothing's wrong when I can see you slowly dying inside and letting society  chain you up and break you down  Until all you can hear is; "Skinny, pretty, skinny, pretty, skinny, pretty,-"
You see the size of those jeans. Doubting, criticizing. Esteem thin as paper.  
Posting a million pictures to get likes from complete strangers. Wanting, craving, needing people to tell you that you’re beautiful. Looking for anyone else’s opinion but your own.
Because you refuse to look into that ****** mirror and even associate beauty with that person staring back at you.  
You judge your self-worth by weather or not a man finds you attractive.
Because that’s the only thing that matter right?
The definition of beauty that others set fourth for you.
A path that you don’t dare stray from.
It wasn't always like this
Being young, being free, meant being you
Laughing as hard as you wanted to
Smiling with your teeth  
And wearing that cute dress you've always loved.  
Getting older, getting bullied, getting shamed
Your laugh was obnoxious  
Teeth were just a bit crooked  
That dress, not as cute anymore
We shouldn't be wasting our lives trying to impress people
Don't look to others to tell you you're beautiful  
Look inside of yourself
And if you don't see anything worth wild
You're not looking hard enough
You judge yourself by looks alone. Not factoring in who you are as an individual.  
Whether you want to believe it or not you're beautiful, inside and out
I think it's about ****** time you stop listening to someone else's definition of beauty
And start looking for your own

I desire to be lying with him again
Between the soft cotton sheets
On my ratty, sunken in mattress.
His tan, toned skin smothering mine
Us locked in a secure embrace
His sturdy figure protecting mine.
I can feel his hands running over me
And I remember my own fingers gathered in his hair,
Then trailing down his muscular back,
Scratching across his creamy skin.

The melancholy part of all this
Is that I know I do not love him
I am just lonely enough to use him as an alluring sin.

This castle in the mist
we ride on to find in ruins
Shattered pillars, wrapped in ivy
mark the graves of the loved ones

They were brave, they were thoughtless
They blazed on, with their swords drawn

This broken kind
this broken kind
this broken kind of beautiful

They danced on through the night
The attackers lay in wait
Courageous ones showed no sign
of the fear creeping at the gate

They were lost, they were hopeful
Young ones at the ready

This broken kind
this broken kind
this broken kind of beautiful

Battle drums
Beating sun
Red rivers mark the field they once played in
Final stand
Shaking hands
hold each other for the last time

We're a broken kind
a broken kind
a broken kind of beautiful

Her eyes are more magnificent than the Summer Sun.
And more brilliant than the winter sky.
Her hair flows like the rolling mountains.
And has more color than Northern Lights.
Her lips are red like an Apple.
And sweeter than a peach.
Her soul is rich and full of life.
And her personality is larger than life.
Her body is curvy like a beautifully landscaped roads.
And more beautiful than Yellowstone.
To see the beauty in one you most see everything.
Not just one thing.
I love you babe and want you to know that.
There is nothing that will change the way I see you....

you were so
beautiful
that i compared you
to a flower

but i forgot
that flowers withered
until the day
that you died

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