I'm not exactly someone you'd call hot. Don't have the body for it. Perhaps not the face either- so I believe. I'm not pretty- I completely miss the mark of charm- so I seem to think. I'm not ugly either, even though I've said I am out loud a hundred thousand times.
No. Not quite any of those. I suppose you could call me plain. Yes, that seems about right.
Then again, who am I really? Inside I feel like a sloppy blob of nothing. Sometimes I feel like a bird that's broken free of her cage. The wind, that races itself, carefree, least bothered. I feel like a mountain, the highest point in the land. People scale me just to feel a wee bit superior for the lesser mortals lay before them. They feel supreme. I feel like the sun rise, glowing. The sun set, calming. I feel like twilight, yes. Twilight. Serenity
I feel like a moon goddess. Radiant as ever. Like the stars, forever twinkling
If you look deep inside, you'll see it all. But only if you look. For inside me, all the wonders of nature brew. The whispering leaves, the budding fruit. The flowing streams, the dancing flowers.
Yes, if you look into my eyes, they'll swallow you up and lead you to my world. A world where everything thrives, where everything else grows. I have my conflicts, the occasional tsunami, earthquake. Some more devastating than others.
A tree might fall, lightning may strike. My world may crumble into dust.
But then, the overcast sky clears, and the wind will blow away insignificant particles to reveal the grass, much greener than before. The sky smiles down on you. You're alright.
I have my storms. Sometimes, the rage is beyond my control. The sun may burn you, beyond your ability to withstand it. Or I might make you shiver, for the snow may drown you. You may freeze, if the warmth doesn't find you.
But when it does, you'll be new. Glistening, glowing. Bright with many ideas, with new hope.
The dew will fall on the leaves, and the day will be calm again.
Yes, I'm plain.
But within me, beauty is at its epitome, or so I will always believe.
No. Not quite any of those. I suppose you could call me plain. Yes, that seems about right.
Then again, who am I really? Inside I feel like a sloppy blob of nothing. Sometimes I feel like a bird that's broken free of her cage. The wind, that races itself, carefree, least bothered. I feel like a mountain, the highest point in the land. People scale me just to feel a wee bit superior for the lesser mortals lay before them. They feel supreme. I feel like the sun rise, glowing. The sun set, calming. I feel like twilight, yes. Twilight. Serenity
I feel like a moon goddess. Radiant as ever. Like the stars, forever twinkling
If you look deep inside, you'll see it all. But only if you look. For inside me, all the wonders of nature brew. The whispering leaves, the budding fruit. The flowing streams, the dancing flowers.
Yes, if you look into my eyes, they'll swallow you up and lead you to my world. A world where everything thrives, where everything else grows. I have my conflicts, the occasional tsunami, earthquake. Some more devastating than others.
A tree might fall, lightning may strike. My world may crumble into dust.
But then, the overcast sky clears, and the wind will blow away insignificant particles to reveal the grass, much greener than before. The sky smiles down on you. You're alright.
I have my storms. Sometimes, the rage is beyond my control. The sun may burn you, beyond your ability to withstand it. Or I might make you shiver, for the snow may drown you. You may freeze, if the warmth doesn't find you.
But when it does, you'll be new. Glistening, glowing. Bright with many ideas, with new hope.
The dew will fall on the leaves, and the day will be calm again.
Yes, I'm plain.
But within me, beauty is at its epitome, or so I will always believe.
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