Collection of honesty

I'm just another victim, Lord knows I've been no saint. Spending money without restraint, Clothes, make up- just face paint. And damn these beautiful girls, Too many- Covered in diamonds and pearls. The world is so realistic, Encouraging unrealistic perfection, Forgetting the beauty in simplistic. But the pretty gets it easy, With just a little added cheese in your words, They get deeply hazy in the head and you'll get what you want freely, Unlike the ugly, but While we all stress to be well dressed If the world was blind, How many would you impress?

Can I love you? Let me, cause I already do. Just the way you look at me, The way you love my family. How you play it coy, How much joy being with you brings to my life. How bad it hurts to say every goodbye. It never gets easier, Every time we part I get crazier at the idea of us. But is it useless?

I am a girl built with infinite insecurities, very aware of my strength and weaknesses, but not know how to play them yet. I'll succeed with flying colors or end in mass destruction Which one will it be, I do not dare place bet. For the future seemed so bright from a far distance. Yet up close so dim... so hopeless and fearful. To an extent which I could not bear with my weak and frail shoulders. A burden of hope I could not wear, from all those who surround me and their faith keeps me awake till dawn. And I start praying to all the Gods that I do not disappoint them. As they have never disappointed me. It's a feeling of desperation, thinking I'm not good enough for this society. Suppose if I drop a class, life would be an easier glass to drink from. Ask me of a love song and I'll scribble up in three. But ask me of number I could never answer, See we all have our own specialties so they tell me. How can I survive if that's what survival be. ...

You have style, You're a beautiful shell. You're a wreckless mess. And I guess in some ways you were my test. I was awful lonely and you're so pretty to look at. Matter fact I forget what's best for me when you're sitting on my bed. Seducing me with your eyes and next second- I'm yours but I'm just a prize, You said baby I might, want to have something real special with you. I believed you like monkey see, monkey do. Fool.

I wanna cook breakfast with you. I wanna do none of the things on the list of to dos. With you, I wanna go on a holiday. Paris, Hong Kong, Venice I don’t care,  Somewhere far away. Or a resort under an orange sky, While we count birds that fly by, There’ll be too many, but we can try. I wanna feel good with you. View the world through Greece, Feel peace. Swim into the navy blue ocean, Or float on the Dead Sea- you and me. Letting waves lead our motion. Look up to the stars, Or the bars at a long distance. The world is ours. Our existence will be consistent with this traveling. We’ll leave our footprints in the sand, Take my hand, No plans.

Baby I'm imperfect. Below this make up, are shades of blemishes before the surface. So please don’t tell me I’m beautiful. At least not yet. You haven’t met me. If I cry, and mascara dries under my eyes, If my concealer melts under the sun, If one day I wake up, think no makeup- I’m done. And you see through the scars on my face. Embrace my soul with true love and grace. If you can look through it all, See into what I really am, And if you tell me I’m beautiful even then, Then baby I’ll believe you. I’ll believe I’m beautiful.

His soul shines so brightly, His heart more precious than pure gold. T'was today that I realize, it was a loss to let him go. While I was holding some other man's hand, He watched with a torn heart but by my side he'd stand,  Ready to catch my fall cause he knew the boy was bad. Said he couldn't stand to see me sad when he found out it was over. I thought he'd be happy but he couldn't find satisfaction nor closure. He wish he could do more but he no longer desired to be the knight in my wars. "This train has left a little, I hope you understand. It wasn't the easiest thing, watching you leave with another man." We're still friends, aren't we? What more could I ask for. We can't change the past, regardless how much we deplore.  He clamped my hands between his palms and assured "I could've given you everything." But what's the point bringing up the past of something that turned into nothing. ...