Pretty is in the eye of the beholder.
Beauty is in the soul. You can’t see it, but you know it when you feel it.
You know I love you but I can’t see how lucky I am; too busy looking, to find you. And I keep wishing on a star, but for what I’m not sure…
...I’m talented at breathing, especially exhaling, so that my chest will rise and fall with yours.
I am fairly agile.. I can bend and not break. Or I can break and take it with a smile.
I’m talented with reason, I cover all the angles.. I can fail before I ever try.
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