Beneath my beautiful is a lady whose legs are scared from overt stretched marks. I would wear the jean just so I could fit into the eyes of the world. They must never see I say... Oh this cellulite of mine, how I wish I could rock that mini.Beneath my beautiful is one who is long overdue a prisoner of natures segregation.
Beneath our beautiful
Beneath my beautiful is a lady whose legs are scared from overt stretched marks.
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Beneath my beautiful is indeed a pot belly the world can't cook with, or else the dish be properly girdled. I am a pot not wanting black.
Beneath her beautiful can be likened to a camel whose hoof suffer a cut, yet its only home is the road walk, dressed in loads. Several bruise on her back, a reminder of an abusive home. He would hit her at the slightest, she's gotten used to the stench of her Own blood .
A distaste is her home. She would disguise her emotional luggage in forms of makeups, ornaments and clothes... If only the world knew how much she bled in split seconds.
Beneath his beautiful is a kaleidoscope. A man whose beauty is torn around colours, he is a friend of the hustlers story. A dillydally is his favourite game.
"Young man, this money you speak so easy of, forgetting your bills at the gate... " he would instigate a war with his lips, then conquer with debts. His beauty is a tuxedo graced with an empty pocket, yet like sheep's, the ladies flock, not until beneath his beautiful makes the loudest noise.
Beneath our beautiful is the real beauty we think so ugly of. We will fall the highest mountains, yet it lies in state, buried in us.Our beautiful is to keep up an appearance, to mask our beauties beneath.. Let the world see beneath our beautiful.
I am an avid writer and learner. I believe the art of writing found me because of my ability to envisage several scenarios in familiar yet incomprehensible mystical forms. To write is to not Die.
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