Two families, one pride
Laying in her arms was his beautiful daughter kiara. "she looks a lot like her mother, but she is just as mischievous as me" simba thought to himself again.
that beautiful nightmare
#1 of poem thsi is a poem that i wrote its abut a dream that i had never forgotten that beautiful nightmare i wanted to scream but my voice was like a rat when a light comes on it fled away once that light that monster appeared and when i tried to wake
Beautiful minds
And wow did he have a beautiful mind. when the ad in the new york times went up for experimental medical trials for the severely mentally handicapped, james's parents had been one of the first to sign him up. he had been the perfect candidate.
True Beauty
Over the loss of true beauty, the beauty of the heart and soul, drowned in the light seen by eyes, and covered in superficial colors.
Eternal Beauty
It is said every rose has a thorn, within its beauty lies this scorn, but you have no such thorn for me, your beauty is overwhelming and sets me free.
The Gift Of Beauty
The gift of beauty it was a warm, dry, glorious autumn evening in the beach town of karakiky.
Beautiful Waistland
Their blood makes a beautiful scene. death and decay, blood and steam. i walk in a waistland. of my own creation. smiling as i see, the world of damnation. i wish their was someone i could show. without them crying, and weeping their woe.
Beautiful Scars
Lie and they know that they are winning, controlling your life while you sit there trying to be perfect while dealing with all your strife but you can't hide forever, i see your scars but they don't make you ugly, so reach for the stars you are always beautiful
Beautiful Night
Tonight is going to be a beautiful night indeed.
Isn't It Beautiful
Miko blinked himself awake. The sun was still low in the sky, shedding its morning light onto his face. He yawned with a stretch, turning himself over in the rope hammock, his heavy tail pulled loose from its entanglement. Bright eyes caught his own...
A beautiful dream
Looking in the mirror, he gave a small sigh...that beautiful tiger...and amazing night...all a dream, lost in the thoughts of that 16 year old mind.
The Hidden Beauty
Spring so beautiful yet tickles your nose accidently drowned by the spraying hose, muddy puddles from where it grows. you won't caress the burnt scarred skin and you fail to see the beauty within.