You'll never know she's damaged just by looking at her pretty face.
You'd call her beautiful and she'd say,
"I guess I look okay".
Shes grown to realize she'll never be that girl
that EVERYONE wants...
Brizillian loose tracks way down her back,
lashes that could flutter,
fake nails arranged in details
and a body that screams throw stacks.
She could never be her.
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Friday, August 24, 2012
I've been away from the social networking life for awhile now...really I'm not sure why im back to be honest, I find it difficult letting people in to my world. Lately I've been having this feeling of writing, sharing and learning though, even if I'll be writing and talking to myself. I guess this blog will be some form of relief for me even if at times I'm all over the place, so I'll call it Her. Abstract.