radvsblue’s 100 follower giveaway!
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- It is not necessary to be following me.
- Must be comfortable with giving me your address.
- Ends April 1st, 2014 (I’m broke and need time to (fuck bitches) get money).
The winner will get one shirt from the Rooster Teeth Store of their choice!
She is like a mirror to me,
Painting a portrait of the self I want to be.
She sees me as more than a meer man,
To her, I am what I should be,
I am more.
I am perfect,
Only a vision of what I am,
A dream dreamt very often,
A faint visage of my slumber.
I want to tell her that she is wrong,
That the reflect she shows is off,
That I am flawed like the very cracks she bears,
That I am not good enough to be shown.
But I am a liar,
Her voice rings honestly as the words leave her,
At first she scoffs,
Then she yells,
"You are a liar!",
For her reflection is what she holds true.
Mirrors cannot see themselves,
The world is just reflections to them,
But she is my mirror,
A distant reminder,
That I can be good enough.
Cracks in my skin and soul are wiped away,
Like many smudges left on her,
She paints such a perfect portrait of the man I want to be.
Because, to her,
It is not a portrait,
She does not see me as I do.
To her I am perfect,
I am her mirror,
Reflecting the world to her.
Every time I see her is a weight lifted off my shoulders,
A pressure taken off my chest.
She is my morning light,
And my waking dream,
She is everything I hope to be,
And that I hope to keep.
In a thousand years I couldn’t of asked,
For someone I love so much.
Even though she is not far away,
Every day I long for her touch.
I can barely describe to her,
The feelings I have for her,
The strong sense of love I hold,
For what we have together.
I am but half a person without her,
For she is my better half,
Together, she makes me whole,
The only partner I want to have.
Her pale skin shines in the early morning light,
As we wake up dreary and tired,
From another restless night.
I know that however much sleep I lose,
I couldn’t care less,
Because when I’m sleepless with her,
I know that is when I rest.
I stare into her eyes and I know the world is true,
Every word that graces her lips is honest,
And I finally feel loved.
She is my Pale Queen,
The one I want to wed,
The one I want to be with,
Until my days are dead.
I can’t imagine a world without her,
It’s hard enough being a world apart,
But every day she isn’t with me,
I can simply smile,
Because she is always in my heart.
Stay away from my lady (canjelina-jolie.tumblr.com).