Scars To Your Beautiful Meaning Lyrics Novels & Stories

“You don’t have to worry. You don’t even know me.” He smiled then, and it was startling, because for a moment his face lit up as though it could tear through the shadows. “That’s why it hurts. You’re beautiful.” I froze. The word sounded foreign, strange, impossible. “How can my scars be beautiful?” “They’re ugly,” he admitted, his fingers brushing lightly across one, his touch almost reverent. “But what lies beneath is not.” I stared into his eyes, searching for the truth. “Who are you?”

"I have never been bothered by your scars, and never will be- in this matter, I'm totally pro-Andy. What was it that he had said… Ah yes, the lines on your face are so cool!" He repeated the line said by Andy the first time we had met, and I couldn't help but laugh. But his voice became serious after a second, "Lexie, you know what? Sometimes… the things we think are making us the ugliest person in the world, are actually the things that mark us as the most beautiful person instead. So in your case, this scar of yours makes you the most beautiful girl in the entire world in my eyes, and trust me, the scar that you are fearing about will make you stand out in the ball."

Which I know she prepared it herself. The silence is like little glasses piercing through my fragile heart. She has used her long black her as a window to block my view. Her eyes have been cast down. She knew when I look into her eyes, and I will know what wrong. Just the same way she knows what bothering me by looking at me in the eye. Now I believe the saying that goes like the eyes is the window to the soul, tell me you do believe in it. Mum say something, I stretched my hands to touch her, but she removed it from the table and placed it on her laps.

He hoped it was in the right way. “Look, Grace. I won’t be that guy that lie, and say those scars were beautiful, but that’s not who you are. I’m sure you know that. See, the fast is this, I don’t care about those scars, who I care about is you. I know that you didn’t do them to yourself, and no matter what you think, you’re fucking beautiful. If anything, that’s the only reason I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” He said, a small smirk raising the corner of his mouth.

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

His lips found the curve of her throat, trailing down with reverence, not haste. "Are you sure?" he asked, his voice rough with desire. She nodded. "I need to feel something that isn't pain." He undressed her slowly, carefully unveiling every inch of her skin like a prayer. She kissed the scars on his chest; he kissed the onee etched into her heart. She signed in pleasure as he took her bosom in his mouth. She opened to him like a flower and he made love to her. When they came together, it was more than passion. It was reclamation. A vow that despite all they had endured, they were still standing. Still together.

I pull a scarf from the hanger. "| sometimes wish | don't have a scar on my face. It makes me look ugly." I added covering it with my scarf. "What! Why would you say that?" He said tugging the scarf away. "Your scar isn't ugly, I think it’s beautiful." "Okay, you’re just saying this because you have to." "No, I look at your scar every day and I think it’s beautiful." He said and I blushed. He’s probably just kidding, there is no way that my scar is beautiful.

We complete each other, yet we are incomplete. Our journey has been the most beautiful one, yet it’s our most painful loss to each other. I love your soul and all that completes you. You always said, “Your scars are my scars”, but your tears and pain are all mine. All of me is all of you. Although we cannot be there for each other, I promise to remember every word, every feeling, and every smile of yours.

He could remember every curve, every beautiful stretch mark she tried so hard to cover, every beauty mark that blessed her soft skin. He could recite every tattoo that marked her so powerfully like he'd been studying them for years. Scar relished the idea of the flawed, but yet so perfect, physique that lingered in his mind day in and day out. He wanted to replay the memories over and over and pretend that when he woke from them, she'd be laying beside him like after their beautiful night together. Scar could feel his mouth twitch at the recollection of the sounds that left her mouth like sweet music as he pleasured her as he had no woman before her. The reminiscence of how her body had lift

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.