When you love some and you realize they did not love you back it hurts. All you could ever do is dream spending the rest of your life with this person…  (dead silence for a moment of tears). You thought I finally found my soul mate to yourself. All of sudden this confidence that’s been buried all those tragic years pulls itself out and others say I wonder why your glowing and became so vibrant all of sudden. You smile and say I found the one. I ‘m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love. They tell you I’m so happy and that  you deserve to be happy. You have the most innocent smile on your face, one that is compared to a child on Christmas, and they see all the gifts under the tree. Only to find yourself months later thinking of what possibly could have went wrong. Was I not a good enough lover,  was I not there at times when they needed me, what could have did, I just wish they tell me so I could fix whatever is wrong. But truth is… you could never fix what was wrong. You could have never did nothing right. You could have never been the perfect lover. It wasn’t you….  It wasn’t you… Simply when you clearly gave your all but did not once to stop and realize the signs that we’re trying to tell you and screaming loud, and proud with their actions I’m not in love with you like you are with me. You feel as if they were a coward, because my pain could have been avoided if you had any courage to keep it 1000 or real. Maybe not so but it would have been better than to see you walk out with her, and kiss her as I’m standing watching you both, with your birthday gift in my hands, tears falling to the pavement, and my heart being ripped from my chest.

When you love some and you realize they did not love you back it hurts. All you could ever do is dream spending the rest of your life with this person… (dead silence for a moment of tears). You thought I finally found my soul mate to yourself. All of sudden this confidence that’s been buried all those tragic years pulls itself out and others say I wonder why your glowing and became so vibrant all of sudden. You smile and say I found the one. I ‘m in love, I’m in love, I’m in love. They tell you I’m so happy and that you deserve to be happy. You have the most innocent smile on your face, one that is compared to a child on Christmas, and they see all the gifts under the tree. Only to find yourself months later thinking of what possibly could have went wrong. Was I not a good enough lover, was I not there at times when they needed me, what could have did, I just wish they tell me so I could fix whatever is wrong. But truth is… you could never fix what was wrong. You could have never did nothing right. You could have never been the perfect lover. It wasn’t you…. It wasn’t you… Simply when you clearly gave your all but did not once to stop and realize the signs that we’re trying to tell you and screaming loud, and proud with their actions I’m not in love with you like you are with me. You feel as if they were a coward, because my pain could have been avoided if you had any courage to keep it 1000 or real. Maybe not so but it would have been better than to see you walk out with her, and kiss her as I’m standing watching you both, with your birthday gift in my hands, tears falling to the pavement, and my heart being ripped from my chest.

Is beauty really pretty? BEAUTY to most is being attractive, skinny, having the rightly proportion body and face, and being perfectly perfect to the point your almost unreal. Or does it lay along the lines of being more in depth with his/her characters, being comfortable with your own uniqueness, and the  boldness to step outside of the normal or what I call basic and simple.. Not at all… To me beauty does not have a size, a certain amount of attractiveness, or these other poor portraying qualities that society has beaten into our heads. EVERYONE knows this but still there is the girl that starves herself because she’s tired of being called fat. The girl who has a hard time growing her natural hair, so she decides to buy virgin hair just to feel attractive, and apart of the crowd. The women who hides behind make-up because she never felt beautiful without. The guy who never get asked out because he does not have the ripped abs, with a big ego below if you know what I mean. Why can’t we just learn how to embrace differences and dismiss the hate, pride, and ignorance. Love one another, accept one another, help one another, so that we can learn from one another.

Is beauty really pretty? BEAUTY to most is being attractive, skinny, having the rightly proportion body and face, and being perfectly perfect to the point your almost unreal. Or does it lay along the lines of being more in depth with his/her characters, being comfortable with your own uniqueness, and the boldness to step outside of the normal or what I call basic and simple.. Not at all… To me beauty does not have a size, a certain amount of attractiveness, or these other poor portraying qualities that society has beaten into our heads. EVERYONE knows this but still there is the girl that starves herself because she’s tired of being called fat. The girl who has a hard time growing her natural hair, so she decides to buy virgin hair just to feel attractive, and apart of the crowd. The women who hides behind make-up because she never felt beautiful without. The guy who never get asked out because he does not have the ripped abs, with a big ego below if you know what I mean. Why can’t we just learn how to embrace differences and dismiss the hate, pride, and ignorance. Love one another, accept one another, help one another, so that we can learn from one another.