I don't believe perfection is the absence of all flaws one may have. I believe perfection is hope, love, and dreams. I believe having said "flaws" is what make us perfect. I believe that to be perfect, the real definition of perfect, not the one that society has so blindly crafted, is to be human. We're all equal, perfect, human beings aren't we?
I thought about him today....and how we were so in love though we only connected through a cell phone screen. It all seems so long ago... It may have ended in heartbreak. But I've experienced some of my best emotions with him. Been at my absolute happiest...and saddest. I regret nothing. For at the time he was exactly who I wanted.
Omg! I feel so accomplished. Like I can finally be a boss asx bxtch. I will twerk Miley out of existance. Nana Obama out of office. Out eat Terio. I feel amazing. I didnt jump when my toast came out the toaster. :D
If Im you reflection Then baby, You must be an angel Cause when the light, hits you just right one could mistake you for a star, That is exactly what you are Better to consider, All of the good things A glimpse in the mirror, To make sure you are still there But then the night takes over, And you are nowhere to be found Your face in broken pieces, Dont you look down Its a shame I couldnt see this, Coming around You're my reflection. So tell me, Why cant you be more clear? Wassup with all these tears? You cant regret All that you done That stuff dont matter her Wassup with all you fears? You better consider, All of the good times A glimpse from the mirror To tell me that your just fine Alright But then the night takes over And there is no one else around Your face in broken pieces Dont you look down <3
And Then She Was Gone: She choose to walk alone, Though others wondered why. She looked before her, Eyes cast upward to the sky. She didn't have companions, No need for earthly things. She only wanted freedom, for she was held with puppet strings. She wanted to be a bird, so that she might fly away. She pitied every blade of grass, for planted they would stay. She longed to be a flame, that brightly danced alone. Though jealous of the steam, that had the air as its only home. Some say she was odd, Some say she wished for too long. But we awoke one autumn day, to see that she was gone. The trees with sticks had witnessed, the wind refused to tell. But the one who said he had seen it said the story was played out well. She lifted up her arms, to the rise of the breaking dawn. She let go of everything, And then she was gone.
White lips, pale face Breathing in snowflakes Burnt lungs, sour taste Light's gone, day's end Struggling to pay rent Long nights, strange men And they say She's in the Class A Team Stuck in her daydream Been this way since 18 But lately her face seems Slowly sinking, wasting Crumbling like pastries And they scream The worst things in life come free to us Cos we're just under the upperhand And go mad for a couple of grams And she don't want to go outside tonight And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland Or sells love to another man It's too cold outside