I like personality, not popularity.
I like sweetness, not beast mode.
I like gorgeous eyes, I don't care about the "gun show".
"I wanna cuddle" is not the same,
to me, as to you.
I want conversation, not fornication.
The bad boy thing is cool,
but not being an *******.
Why you have to ask me?
"Are you single?"
Of course I am...
Because what I want,
I can never find.
I want marriage, not just a slot in your weekly calendar.
So if i ask...
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend???"
Then you fit the profile.

Who would?


Escape:
"If you like piña coladas and getting caught in the rain
If you're not into yoga, if you have half a brain
If you like making love at midnight in the dunes of the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for, write to me and escape"

Sleep evades
her,
while she's assaulted,
by her relentless thoughts.

She had the face of a doll
She had the body of a dancer
She had sunkissed skin and deep brown eyes as though she saw through layers of rich chocolate

She was as delicate as fine China
She was as kind as a sweet old lady
She was very young though, too young to be as beautiful as she was

The prettiest flowers are always picked first
By picked we don't understand that this means ripping the flower away from the earth and taking its life away too

And even at such a young age she was definately picked
She was bullied
She was abused
And with each insult and each rumour a wall was slowly built
Brick by brick
Her kindness quickly faded away
For how else was she supposed to protect herself



And they wonder why the prettiest are the meanest.

I know its wrong but I'm so much better now that I'm talking to you.