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I am
Kind.
I am caring, thoughtful and deep.
I see beauty in
Everything.
I'm not conceited,
I have a good self image.
I'm so scared, and yet so sure at the same
time.
I'm not sure
what I want, but I know that Jeff is in it.
I'm Passion, Fire,
and Energy all in one.
I love. I feel. I hate, and I'm far from
perfect.
The beauty that I see is not the beauty that many percieve.
I have an
imperceptible fear for the loss of what is
True.
I'm caught between what is Good and what is Real.
I'm simple.
I'm unique.
I'm fearless.
My heart belongs to my Marine, who is ever
faithful and always there.
My heart will go wherever he must.
My hands are small, and tender.
They have the power to hurt, to heal, and to
understand.
Sometimes, I feel the need to hide how I really
am, because people don't understand
me.
My eyes are two different colors.
One is brown
and the other is partly green.
Many don't notice this, and it's just another example of a
beauty gone unnoticed.
So many people never stop to see these things in life that are
simply indescribable.
I'm observant.
Put me with someone for a day and I will tell you how they
feel about themselves.
I'm
beautiful.
I'm talented.
I'm an artist, a writer
and a photographer.
Most importantly, I'm a lover.
My passion is overwhelming and I will
never,
ever,
give up.
I am human.
Sometimes, I get so depressed that I can
all but breathe to keep myself sane.
Sometimes, I get so
confused.
And sometimes, I'm slow.
One time, I didn't get a joke until two weeks later.
I'm tormented, I'm lost,
and I'm shy. I'm
quiet.
I Need You.
But I'm so strong, and I know that I
will
pull through anything
that comes my way.
Sometimes, I just sit and listen to the silence.
It Is Beautiful.
Just like you. And me. And Us.
I wear one contact.
My left elbow hurts a lot. I
hate
my nose.
I need braces on my teeth. My left hip
goes out a lot.
I am imperfect.
But with you, I Am Perfect.
I have so many dreams.
Sometimes,
they feel unreachable, but I know that someday I will achieve what's
important.
I have self confidence.
Something that I am pleased to say that I have recently accomplished.
My handwriting is horrible, but my cursive is beautiful.
I tend to drag my pen across a page which results in an array of
bows and lines that
form curves, angles
and tails that make people stop and say,
"I wish I wrote like that."
I wish.
I dream.
I feel.
I am. I just am. Nothing more,
nothing less, this is
Me.
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