You are like a rose, so full of thorns that rip away at the skin.
Your eyes are like diamonds, as cold as they are beautiful.
You’ve the skill of a dancer, every step calculated beforehand.
You are as regal as a lioness, majestic yet vicious.
You are mine, and I pray death do us part
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I Dont Want To Be Average
Whoever's reading this, I love to write, and I plan to write alot! My random stream of consciousness will be put here, so dont get mad if the entries are totally random and have nothing to do with each other.
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I am not one of those girls you can play with.
If you want one, go buy a Barbie.
~Ark~