Why Every Woman Is Beautiful
anonymous
Her heart loves
a rollercoaster ride.
She cries. She laughs.
She falls in love.
Sometimes, cautiously.
Oftentimes, recklessly.
a constant marathon.
Her mind is on
Running. Running. Away.
Changing pace.
Turning around.
But never stopping.
Her dreams keep on flying.
They may not reach the sky
but will never ever take a dive.
Her hands touch
other people's lives.
Constantly.
As if that is the reason
for their being.
But most of all,
every woman is beautiful
because she is both steel
and cotton candy
and everything in between.
anonymous
Her heart loves
a rollercoaster ride.
She cries. She laughs.
She falls in love.
Sometimes, cautiously.
Oftentimes, recklessly.
a constant marathon.
Her mind is on
Running. Running. Away.
Changing pace.
Turning around.
But never stopping.
Her dreams keep on flying.
They may not reach the sky
but will never ever take a dive.
Her hands touch
other people's lives.
Constantly.
As if that is the reason
for their being.
But most of all,
every woman is beautiful
because she is both steel
and cotton candy
and everything in between.
Got this from the Belle de Jour planner that Krizia gave me. I think it sums up nicely the very essence of a true woman.
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