olya omyalyeva @ when your words
come too easily for me to believe
and this paint goes on too thinly
to peel away
i will find
a silver lining sometime
blur my vision
and i'll be fine
and i'll be fine...
from the pages of the magazines
i hate the way they look at me
with every smile and every laugh
there's something i will always lack
and maybe, just maybe
i'm imperfect to me
and I'll be seen
when your words
run forever in my mind
and those greens
and those blues
seem too perfect to true
i will light a fire every time
i think to myself
i will be fine
i will be fine
from the pages of the magazines
i hate the way they look at me
with every smile and every laugh
there's something i will always lack
and maybe, just maybe
i'm imperfect to me
and i'll be seen
and i'll go home
i will be
and i'll be strong for showing me
this beauty is not clear to me
this beauty is not clear to me
to me, to me, to me...
to me, to me, to me...
---[ this beauty] amanda rogers
lovely post, poem is very nice
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ahw thanks for your comment too.
ReplyDeletei'm from holland actually.
hey wait, just noticed we kind of share the
same name, haha!
and where are you from? i'm guessing china,
since i see all these chinese letters posting
this comment. am i right?
xx
wow, i love all the pics here!!
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