Scars To Your Beautiful Meaning Lyrics Novels & Stories

"Let's put that behind us, Jerol. There is no need to dwell on this. We get scars once in a while. Some go away, and some don't. Simple." "What if yours will not, Tessa? They will always remind you of this beast." "Not if the pain will be worth it in the end, Jerol. There are what we call beautiful scars. And I want mine to be exactly that type." He stares at me for minutes as if I have lost my mind. I know exactly how I sound. Like a lunatic, right? But I swore to help in any way. "Nothing can justify these, Tessa. What possibly can make them become beautiful scars?"

Fear and anxiety was written all over her face. "Please don't" her eyes were moist when she stopped me. But I didn't pay a hay to her protest. "You just have to trust me" I only told her this before kissing every inch of her scar. Starting from the above, I laid open mouthed kisses along the length of the scar as she started sobbing silently. Her hands were clenching the sheets as if she was in pain. "You need to love yourself Camellia, your scars are beautiful just like you are. Instead they are the ones which make you pretty. There is no beauty in perfection." I said against her warm skin and her drenched face smiled at me.

Without her shirt, I could feel all the dents and ridges of her scars… Our eyes met, our hearts thudding, her scent filling my nose. "You are not ugly. Scars do not make you ugly. Fuck kitten, you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen… One who is a survivor. You have been through hell, yet you’re still strong. That in itself is so goddamn impressive, I wish you could see the you that I see." I whispered. I caressed her back, making her take a shuddering breath. She was beautiful inside and out, nothing would change that. It just hurt to see that she didn't believe it.

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

Bobby babbled endlessly. “ Hello, Miss Ann” George greeted. “ Hello, George you look exceedingly handsome on your cravat” Ann commended smiling. “ thank you, my lady” George grinned with a well-practiced bow. “ Mrs. Hopkins says I yook yike a princess on my gown,” Bobby said. “ Of course, you do look entirely like an elegant princess” Ann replied. “Miss Ann, what does elegant mean?” George asked. “ It is another way to say beautiful ” Ann replied smiling.

” I just want to have a meal with you, is that too much to ask? Laura sneered and turned her head to look elsewhere but him.” I’ve lost my appetite,thanks” “Okay then, mine is still intact. You can watch me eat your favorite meal. By the way, you looking stunning.”

Rosalina said "The scars between us will never fade but we have to reduce the pain and this is the only way," She said attaching their foreheads "Please understand my decision. I promise you things will get better for you. And if we see that it's not working out, then we can always come back right?" Rosalina said as the crying Jaxon nodded. "Then please let me do this..." Rosalina begged

His words felt like music to my ears, so beautiful they took my breath away. “Just like you love the scar on my back?” I asked, remembering how he used to kiss the mark my father left on me. “Yes,” he said calmly. “I once read that scars mean survival. You survived, Maddie. You overcame death and your father’s cruelty. There’s nothing ugly about that. But even if you feel that way, I’ll always love your scars like they’re part of me.” He kissed the healing scar on my chest again, gently. I wrapped my arms around him tightly and buried my face in his neck. I took a deep breath and spoke from the heart.

I was caught in a strange kind of madness, unable to escape. “Your scar is a sign of your past, just like mine,” he whispered. “But it's not a sign of weakness. It's a reminder of what you've been through, and how you've come out stronger on the other side. Never be ashamed of your scars - they make you who you are.” Finally, he brought his face to mine and I could see the dark, intense passion that flickered across them as he stared at me.

So when I'm lost for words Every time I disappoint you, It's just 'cause I can't believe That you're so beautiful. (Stuck like a statue) Don't wanna lose you. No. (Stuck like a statue) And you're so beautiful. (Stuck like a statue) Don't wanna lose you. Never. (Stuck like a statue) Oh, no. Every single day of my life I thank my lucky stars. God really had to spend extra time when he sculpted your heart. 'Cause there's no explanation. Can't solve the equation. It's like you love me more than I love myself.