I wish I was like those girls who's confident radiates like sunshine I but their lips taste like honey and wine. Those girls who have never had the fear of being left behind.
Those girls who are so outspoken its hard for them to hide and everyone hangs on the every word that flows through their lips like they are the prophets of our time and I know I'll never measure up but I wonder if those girls ever doubt that they are loved.
Those girls who can look in a mirror and not hate everything they see, they just see their beauty.
Those girls that everyone falls in love with so quickly when they just smile, those girls who can break your heart and still make it worth wild.
I know I'll never be one of those girls but I can't help but to wonder that just maybe in someone else's eyes I could be.
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shiney poetry
Hey guys I'm Cheyenne and I'm a inspiring writer and photographer. Between the Chaos and the peace is where you'll find me. can follow me on Instagram: @shiney.poetry
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