Beauty is subjective, yes,
But something is beautiful about you.
I find his laugh charming.
I find her eyes breathtaking.
What about me?
Why can’t I take that same practice,
And preach it to myself?
Sure, beauty is found within.
But what’s the point in that,
If in the end you still hate your looks.
We worry so much about others beauty
That we can never focus on our own.
Find something about yourself that is beautiful
Each day, for a week.
How much will that change your mind?
just some random thoughts that came out while I was hating my appearance. Gonna change up some things about myself, hopefully it'll help!
One day your looks will dissipate
Like the steam from boiling water
Gradually but inevitably
Your physicality will falter
Is joyous to an extent
When you're young and exploring life
But you can't always depend
On materials and shallow links
To bring you what a connection can
When you're on your death bed
Whether wealthy or simply meeting ends
When all you crave is to hold a hand
She would wake up every morning, wondering if the picture she posted last night got enough likes. If the likes didn't impress her, she would even second guess herself, her worth and say something in the lines like "am i even pretty" . You may call her an attention seeker, but i 'd say that she is just another victim of this superficial world we live in.
If only he'd notice me.
If only he'd look my way.
If only he'd look past my insecurities,
And be mine one day.
His beauty astounds me,
makes me think twice.
And when those gorgeous eyes meet mine,
It only makes me think thrice.
About why I bother,
When he's clearly hotter.
And worth more than the love of a dreaming girl.
Eternal life is on the tray.
Your youthful cast has gone astray.
At the very least, this is what they say.
We all bleed, just in a different way;
regardless of the price you pay
so why endure another day
dilapidated, if I may?
Another blade, pitted against perfection. You always were, will be, the most beautiful, in my eyes...
Casting a long shadow
over his face
she said in a tone
that was rather plain
"I would have loved you my dear
hadn't your wretched looks intertwined"
They might judgeyou for your looks, your clothes , your ideas , your words and so on. But my friend always stand tall, be comfortable as you, for they haven't yet seen all the good you have within you.
He had pretty bright brown eyes
A not so fair skin
He wasn't tall
He had a killer smile
A smile that can make you go insane
Lips that make you wanna bite it
He had a face
that makes you go saying
"**** me papi"