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yasmin Oct 7
Wipe away the tears,
raise up your pretty head.

Your body is perfect,
it's the world that's gone mad.

Only one thing matter,
and that's stored somewhere safe.

Baby girl you've got a good one,
yours beats the sweetest bliss.
Euphorie Oct 6
She is so pretty that it hurts,
the way she smiles and her fossettes,
will be the cause of my décès,
her hair hanging on her epaule,
are my favori like a rainfall,
her blue eyes with a haze ring,
confuse me for a second,
her breath on my chest,
Her hands in my hands.
Every time she passes my eyes
It's aches more than hundred times,
I want to die for her,
be the last to embrace her,
she is so pretty that it hurts!
OLIVE KROSS Sep 23
women are more than being
pretty or a lady
more than your sidekick
more than the push behind your back
more than making sure your food is ready
more than the person to hear about your day without asking her how she's doing
women have a mind of their own
women have dreams
women have things to achieve
women are soft
yet inside they are tough as ****
they would save your lives without thinking twice
women are your mothers
your sisters
your daughters
your wives
your ***** calls

women are humans too
and they're worth so much more.
His voice was like velvet
Lyrics soaked in pain
His hair was so fluffy
Like he'd walked through rain

The gentle movements
And expressive chords
Rippled out through the audience
Couldn't not applaud
6 years old,
wearing a beautiful pink dress,
with a cute ponytail hair,
a teddy bear on her right,
looking into the mirror, a bit struggling to speak fluently,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"

10 years old,
wearing a white shirt with her favorite cartoon character on it,
with a bandana on her head,
a sunflower on her right,
laughing while showing her teeth,
looking into the mirror, now she's smiling,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"

16 years old,
wearing a plain black shirt,
with her black headphone on her head,
cigarette on her right,
trying to remove dark circles below her eyes,
looking into the mirror, blankly,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"

18 years old,
wearing a sleeveless shirt,
her black and short hair is a mess,
a razor blade on her right,
blood dripping from her left arm,
looking into the mirror, crying while holding her scream,
"mirror mirror, am i pretty yet?"
"hey, everything will be okay in no time, just hold on, okay?"
"So, we were having this conversation, and all of the sudden...well I couldn’t believe it...

"Oh, she went on and on about fields of daisies or something like that... She talked forever!

"Ok, ok...but first I have to build it up, so you know, you can appreciate the fullness of the moment.

"So we’re sitting there, having this conversation, and she just perks up...

"Yeah, she like...sat up in her seat, eyes bright as a light bulb, and she looks at me in this weird kinda way...

"I don’t know what way exactly, it was just weird. Like I was Brad Pitt or somebody like that.

"...Or someone like that, God! Are you gonna let me tell you or not?

"Anyway, she looks at me and just blurts it all out.  I mean she talked about it nonstop for an hour. I was thinking, Hell...we’re wasting time talking...

"No, I’m serious. It was an hour at least! After she finished I asked if she was serious.

"Well, I just wanted to make sure. Then she gets this ******* look and I thought she was going to slap me or something. It was like my asking her totally ruined the moment. It was a little freaky. I thought for sure she was just going to get up and leave like I blew my chance.

"Yeah, well...it might have been better if she did. She just looked at me, not like earlier when she thought I was Brad Pitt though. Now she was just dumbfounded or something.

"You know like...she couldn’t believe I even had to ask after what she had just asked me.

"Yeah, you’re probably right, I am. But look I can’t just...you know, after Jennifer and all, I can’t just leap out there without looking. I’ve got responsibilities to think about.

"Oh, whatever! I am not. It’s not wrong for guys to think about that.

"I don’t even know why I’m talking to you!

"Well...of course, I said yes, what do you think I’m a total *****? She’s way too pretty say no too."
I remember sitting in the living room as a kid. My mother insisted we get a wall-mounted rotary phone with "an extra-long cord" it stretched from kitchen to living room couch where I overheard many' a conversation about everything.
lua Sep 18
she's so pretty
the way her smile lightens up the room
to how her hair sways when she walks
to the little things she does that make my heartbeat sky rocket
she fills my stomach with butterflies
i'd be lying if she didn't make me cry a little inside
but she's so pretty it hurts
everything about her makes my chest ache
from the way she laughs, the sweetness of its sound
to the way her gentle voice says my name
the little things she does make my poor heart throb
even thinking about her makes me want to sob
she's so pretty.
uwu
Anastasia Sep 18
may i tell you
how pretty you are
how your smile
is the melting sun
how your eyes
are like oceans
that i just want to drown in
may i tell you
how i can't help
but want to hold your hand
to run my fingers through your hair
to fall asleep with you under the moonlight
may i tell you
how perfect you are
how you make my heart swell
and give me butterflies
how my gaze always travels to you
may i tell you
how much i love you
Anastasia Sep 16
you're so pretty it hurts
or maybe its the fact that i'll never be yours
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