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He's here Right in front of me That look in his eyes Tells me that I don't look the same at all My step-mom Takes a minute Who is that, I see her wonder Then she realizes "Lauryn!" She exclaims as...
#OpussDailyChallenge Although my names Rebecca One b never two The times at which I'm called that Really are quite few Rebecca is a biblical name Although I'm far from a saint It means to tie or...
"Worthy of Love", my name is Latin. It was first recorded in the year 1212. Made popular by playwrights and poets in satin. It could be quite romantic, it's said. But my friends have other ideas.
@OpussDailyChallenge Abigail is my name, Though to me it's all the same, Abbso, Abbs, Abby, Abigail, A, Abi Dabi. My name has Jewish origin, The Bible it is in.
#Opussdailychallenge I'm Mae, And this is the meaning of my name, It's means a flower or spring, It really is, I'm not joking.
Being different is for the strong. It's for the people that are individual and don't care what society thinks is wrong. Wearing only "innapropriate" things from pink.
For my parents. If only you knew. Who I really was. What I truly am. If only you understood. How my situation is. Where I'm coming from. If only you heard. The words I've uttered.
I just got hurt by the same person. One day after another. I don't know what to do. Is it wrong to be myself. Is it wrong to do a thing, if I can't do it in another time.
I came on this app to be myself. I hide who I am from everyone else.
Why are we never happy with what we've got and what we were given. Sometimes we have a real natural beauty but we keep it hidden... Some people are a little overweight and want to get thinner.
It seems that my life seems so great, it seems that everything going on in my life is good. It seems like my life is perfect, but yet as perfect as it seems why I am not happy.
I am still the same. You cannot change me. How fun is my laugh, how bright is my smile, See the sparkle in my eyes, And feel the warmth of my friendship. This is what you fell in love with.
If you think I'm worth my words, Like the fairies of old. Trust me, I am not, Nor am I worth my rank.
Mirror on the wall. Can you see that I am still standing. Yet you are waiting for my fall. I can see those eyes watching. I can see those feelings inside. Those eyes never lie, so I don't mind.
I don't get angry,I don't get even I do get sarcastic,my retorts well proven I don't do violence,I can't look Sour I do do clever,my words can devour I don't give up easily,if at all I hold my head...
I may not be handsome. With smashing good looks. I may not be smart. And read lots of books. I may not like country. Or jazz and techno. Or play the guitar. Or a little banjo. My cars not the best.
You're there right. Watching us silently. As you know, with my eyes closed, I often ask you, what happen. Why did I become like this. Was I like this from the beginning. What was I like.
Keeping up appearances is a funny game we play in life. Setting one facade up for the public view, yet only letting a special one see your soul for what you truly are.
She stood determined and defiant before the gilt mirror that hung and had hung for many generations, as a centrepiece on the formal landing.
I am me. And that is something I will continue to be. Brown long hair and green eyes. Not too tall I am small in size. I like to skate. And stay up late. I like to workout.
Well everyone else is doing it.
What can I say about me. I live in London I'm a mother. The shortest in my family at 5.5ft And rather petite, long dark hair and Hazel eyes. I'm gentle Sometimes mental, generous and mischievous.
I'm misslittleDHP. Kimbo to those close to me. I'm a mixed bag if you will. I can be boring but need a thrill. I'm feisty and strong. I can be right but often wrong. I like to chat an awful lot.
Yes I dye my hair, Yes I drink a lot, Yes I like to read, Weirdo. I think not. Yes I like fatty food, Yes I like my showers hot, Yes I like my baggy clothes, Weirdo. I think not.