True...looks do not last forever!

uncontrolled screaming bts

I don't usually write about the happy things, I get most of my creativeness from the bad; but that's how it has always been, and maybe some day I will get out of all this mess that I am in but for now I am content I like writing about the bad things, crazy but it makes me feel better. And the people that read my art sometimes in the same boat, makes them feel important. I just want to please other people...

No not for me at least; I don't like to judge guys the first time I meet them based on looks, it's not fair to them! I don't go asking guys that I have to see a picture first before I can decide if we should meet, that cold hearted in my opinion, and I wish guys would do the same

You couldn't have said that better; that's what I meant...

Kiss me softly- bts

Now wait I didn't say that "most men" maybe I'm just too young to open my big mouth....Sorry

See I think men see this differently than women do. Me personally, I go for personality; it more important than looks, but then again attraction plays a roll. Doesn't mean they have to be prince charming.

For most men, it's all about looks and figure; it almost the first thing they look for...if you can't flaunt it...NEXT!

Gimme some sugar- BTS

I hear ya....Good work

Where's the burning fire, where's the passionate kiss;

Where are all the things you promised, is there something that I missed?

So many stories left untold; so many endless fights;

So many loveless, unfullfilled, lonely nights.

What can I do now; what actions can I take;

What can I heal inside me, my love for you is all a fake.

How many emotions do I lack, how many tears have I cried;

How did I not realize, there's no firey torch inside.

I should've left this life long ago, I should've left you blind;

I should've just walked away, out of sight out of mind. -Kay

Great Writer/poet

I've been to your heart before; cruel, dark, and disguised;

Filled with hopeless dreams of agony, not a place I wish to be.

I've seen your face before; where you hide behind your lies;

You have some talent for you there, maybe the next time you will care.

I've seen you before; dangerous, cold-blooded, and hateful;

You really want to see how bad you can hurt me?

I won't see you no more; this bitter road is too painful.

So in the vicious life you lead; I hope for someone;

Just as spiteful and sinful, to complete the partner you need.

Because I won't be so merciless, nor coarse, or crude as you;

Maybe one day you'll be one lesser of few. -Kay

I picked a bouquet of flowers for you in hopes I could say goodbye, but thinking about the day you left me, only made me cry. I knew you left for a reason, a reason more than I know, but why did you have to leave us, why did you have to go? I'll miss you more than words can say, I'll keep your memories as close as I can, but if you could help me along once in a while, I might need your hand. A hand to help me in healing, for sorrow in a dear 'ole Dad; I'll love you 'til the day that I die, I'll never forget the friend that I had. I would like to send you my love, in grieving times like this, I want you to know I'll be with you some day, to share with you the memories missed. I'll come visit you when I can, but I have the courage deep inside to carry on with my hopes and dreams that I had when you were alive. You will always be with me, no matter where I go, but you will always be so sorely missed more than you'll ever know.-Kay