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7They say that seven is a lucky number, and I guess it is for me too. We’re in our seventh month and we started out relationship on the seventh month. And I’m so glad we’re together. You make my days brighter and happier. You know how to make me smile, make me blush, and get me to laugh even when I’m sad. I couldn’t ask for a better person to hope to spend the rest of my life with, and I can’t picture myself with anyone else.
I love the nicknames you give me and I love the way you get excited about things, it makes me happy, to see you happy. I love the way you smile and the way you laugh, even your sleepy voice when we’re saying good night.
I love you, Eli. Happy seven months, babe, and here’s to being one month closer to a year of happiness.
Ugly Duckling Chapter 1
Sixteen…the year that everything was supposed to change for a girl...yet, I knew that this would be the same as all the others. I did not look like a supermodel, nor was I a genius. No I, Gabrielle Livingston, was a normal, one of the many that had to work their way to get what they wanted. Wandering throughout the halls of the prep school that I had worked so hard to get into, I knew that I stood out, especially when I stood next to one of the gold spoon toting, ass kissing richies that ruled the courtyard with a jewel encrusted fist. I was not blonde, or well-manicured and I especially was not a size zero, don't get me wrong, I'm not five hundred pounds, no, but being any higher than a size four and you were considered a heifer. Myself, being a size ten, I fell into that category, despite being able to still fit into the fashionable clothes, the fact that I filled it out a little better and the clothes didn't hang off me meant I was called a pig and a fatass on a regular
Excerpt From Ugly Duckling Sixteen…the year that everything was supposed to change for a girl...yet, I knew that this would be the same as all the others. I did not look like a supermodel, nor was I a genius. No I, Gabrielle Livingston, was a normal, one of the many that had to work their way to get what they wanted. Wandering throughout the halls of the prep school that I had worked so hard to get into, I knew that I stood out, especially when I stood next to one of the gold spoon toting, ass kissing richies that ruled the courtyard with a jewel encrusted fist. I was not blonde, or well-manicured and I especially was not a size zero, don't get me wrong, I'm not five hundred pounds, no, but being any higher than a size four and you were considered a heifer. Myself, being a size ten, I fell into that category, despite being able to still fit into the fashionable clothes, the fact that I filled it out a little better and the clothes didn't hang off me meant I was called a pig and a fatass on a regular basis
you're the reason for my fraying edgesA piece of me snagged
on your fingertips, now
I'm spending the rest
of my life unraveling
About a girl(French version below)
Naiad, braving the tumultuous streams without risk
Your crystalline beauty illuminates these shabby, spineless and muddy reeds,
The softness of your skin like a caress that even the sea air couldn't bring me;
Oh My, I'd like to snatch this ivy leaf which covers you way too much!
I accomplished the most perilous labour just by staring at you;
My Hesperide, your breathtakingly high curves entice this pilgrim, blinded mortal,
And force naked and fool men to carry their own Iliad out to conquer you.
The singing of your voice shall guide us through this long, calm watercourse to the Elysium.
Your smile, forbidden sin, makes me break all my oathes.
For a brief moment, I vow to let myself be fooled by these pipe dreams of fantasy -
I want to dedicate this lyric song you've inspired me to the Gods, Polyhymnia,
You got me sailing on the river of dreams.
About a girl
Naïade, bravant sans péril les flots tumultueux
Seeing GhostsBefore the mirror she is seated,
the beauty that she sees before her
confounds her hesitant gaze.
Her reflection too
seems to keep her eyes averted,
as though she also possessed
the gift of sight, liveliness
of mind. Sentient she might be
and see too clearly how
that captivating face
had only eyes and love for her,
who was only a figment,
the stuff of unreality!
Both gazers blinded by their vision,
by eyes much too expressive,
by the ache of unattainable yearning
- much too intense for either gaze to meet.
My Dark OneMeet me near the
Drape me in your
Only you can give
Never forget our
PermanenceNot a day goes by that I do not think if you. That I do not wish to hold you close and never let go. I never thought I'd be so happy. So happy and in love. So joyful in life.
You've changed me for the better in more ways than you could ever know.
It'd probably take an eternity to explain how much I love you. I couldn't express said emotions. The feeling of longing and devotion rather well. The feeling of never wanting to let go.
I've never been one for sappy love letters and long winding esoteric lectures ,yet I'm writing this. I'm a walking contradiction.
I've never been one for romantic things , yet my words are flowing through my veins so poeticly. Like an electric current of passion. A sea of never ending happiness.
You're the only person who could make me feel this way.
I long to embrace you more than life itself. Without you ,my heart has no meaning. It beats as I breathe. It beats with a feverish pace. An unwilling desire to never end.
Guardian AngelLet me kiss your heart,
to take all your pain away.
Let me hug you
to make you feel safe.
Let me kiss your eyes,
to drink your tears and wipe them away.
Let me touch your soul,
and fill it with my love.
Let me be your only guardian angel,
ready to protect you till the end.
just like the starsstars
so far away
countless diamonds scattered across the skies
silver-eyed and peacefull
if you watch them from afar
just like you
if I love you from afar
you are just like them
in your embrace I am burning
slowly dissolving in torches of your
and I have no one else to blame
Six Short Poems from a Very Late Night1.
to a large stuffed bear;
I hold it close
because I wish you could be here.
Why can't I
let go of our past;
I should've known
that nothing could last.
I fall asleep
and I dream again;
but the days have long passed
since we'd met our end.
Wanting to pull you close
into my arms;
I want to hear your heartbeat
palm to palm.
The touch of your lips
slowly fades away;
The love we had,
turns to tones of grey.
I wish we could revive
the love we had started;
But everything has it's end
and you have departed.
I LoveI love that we started out as strangers
I love that we were role play partners and friends first
I love that you allowed me and continue to allow me to open up to you when I feel necessary
I love that we can talk about our dreams for the future
And I love that while they aren't always the same in all aspects, they all end up at the same place
I love that you can make me laugh
I love that you can make me blush and my heart race
I love that you make me feel better after a bad day
I love everything about you
But most of all
I love you
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