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always anxious Nov 2016
Stop saying my body is "goals"
stop saying i have mesmerising eyes
stop saying my smile is charming
Or that i'm a sweetheart
Stop calling me beautiful

Beautiful girls don't sit at home alone on saturday nights
Beautiful girls don't cry themselves to sleep
And they don't hate what they see in the mirror

beautiful girls get good grades
beautiful girls get a lot of attention from guys
Beautiful girls are friends with everyone
they're not shy
they don't get anxiety attacks over having to make a phone call

Beautiful girls don't obsess over not having washed their hands for an hour
And they don't count calories
beautiful girls don't smile at the ground when they get a compliment
They face the person who complimented them and compliments them back...

Beautiful girls know how to write a proper poem.
a beautiful girl is that girl in the front of the class, who gets straight A's  and doesn't even have to try
She has long blonde hair and blue eyes.
she has straight teeth and a killer smile and all the guys are always around her.
*and She's never alone on saturday nights
Sooooo... yea
The colors all internalized in me
Are killing me inside
The red of fire in my veins
Keeping me alive
The blue of cold inside my heart
Chilling every bone
The black hidden deep in my chest
The color of my merciless soul
The yellow-brown of my bile
That burns and stings my flesh
But none of these painful colors
Have been able to **** me yet
Mark Lecuona May 2015
Mystic seagull, flying close to the water
Your reflection, hidden beneath your wing
Though we watch, it’s only you that can see
From where we came, there is no other light
What we believe is wrong, what you know is right

White winged shaman, your sails fill the air
All your memories, you place upon the shore
What we hear, the roar of oceans in our ears
Only the misting air understands crashing waves
Can you tell me the secrets of my coming days?

In the days of tides that washed my soul
And breezes that would always blow
We would always remember
How the land would always know
Unspoken sentiment poured itself out
Through eyes that can only see
The things that we love the most
But are unable to speak or conceive

Bird once in flight, light upon my shoulder
Speaking in tongues, happy only to be
Casting about, holding only what you need
When you held them, a kiss made them believe
To carry us with you, only fear could ever grieve

When I look at you it is what you know that I want
We shared what truth only makes with a sound
You said meet me where salt meets the land
Only shells know where hearts could be found

In the days of tides that washed my soul
And breezes that would always blow
We would always remember
How the land would always know
Unspoken sentiment poured itself out
Through eyes that can only see
The things that we love the most
But are unable to speak or conceive
xXwallflower53Xx Feb 2015
You have a big heart,
I love to ****.
Good-night.
i love my mother.

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