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About her, an air of mystery I feel I must pursue; Besides my own sake, It is my duty To convince her That my every word Is true
She said, "I hate my own skin." With so much certainty, That I couldn't help but frown. "Why?" I asked. "It's imperfect," she clarified. "It's scarred, blemished, and, worst of all, It's full of moles."
Roses are red, Violets are blue, With you in my life All I need is to see Your smile and shining face Your touch on my skin As you wipe away my tears And teach me how to love again.
Its The Way She Smiles No Matter How She Really Feels The Way She Wrinkles Her Nose When She Laughs At My Jokes Or How Her Braces Catch My Lip That Awkward Silence Is Just So Golden
If I was stranded on a deserted island, what would I take with me? I should probably choose something practical, water or fire. Some food or maybe something to create a shelter.
You're the galaxy and I'm just a dead star millions of Light years away, Baby doll, you have constellations On your skin and the planets Orbiting your aura, I'm burned out, tired,