Novel & Cerita You Look So Perfect Standing There Lyrics

“Keep your eyes on me,” I never knew what perfection was like. But this right here, right now, it might just be it. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * TAYA’s POV :

Look at you shining like a diamond in a velvet blouse Oh look at you, when i looked at you It's a wonder why heaven ever gave you up All i want to do is look at you You are the woman that I waited for The only one I see I could live a million years or more And not explain this beautiful pain i go through when i look at you Look at me, a man at the mercy of a heart on fire Would you look at me?, helplessly Stunning like a drum full of pure desire Cant you see?, how desperately I want to take you in there arms of mine

and her smile her smile she hates but I think it so sexy ooo you know you know I'll never ask you to change if perfects what your looking for then just stay the same and don't even bother if you look ok? you know I'll saaaaay when I see your face there's not a thing that I would change cause your amazing just the way you are the way you are the way you are girl your amazing just the way you are. yeaaaaah When the song finished I was blushing so much my cheeks were hurting.

Playing: Perfect by Pink Made a wrong turn, once or twice Dug my way out, blood and fire Bad decisions, that's alright Welcome to my silly life Mistreated, misplaced, misunderstood Miss knowing it's all good, it didn't slow me down Mistaken, always second-guessing, underestimated Look, I'm still around Pretty, pretty please, don't you ever, ever feel Like you're less than fuckin' perfect Pretty, pretty please, if you ever, ever feel like you're nothing You're fuckin' perfect to me Andrea hummed together with the tune of the music and uttered words, “will a person look at me like I’m perfect even if I’m not?” Days passed, and Andrea kept silent. She didn’t bother to answer their questions or

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

She had seen me waiting there all day. Snapping back to my senses, I shook my head lightly. "Thank you. I'm not doing it today." … As I walked out of the City Hall, a few staff members passing by after getting off work whispered to each other, "I think I've seen her a few times. She always comes here alone, trying to get married." "Now that you mention it, I remember her, too. She's always waiting for someone who never shows up." I kept my expression blank, but on the inside, I was dreadfully embarrassed. Shame overwhelmed me to the point where I couldn’t lift my head. Instinctively, I picked up my pace.

I call from where I am standing and all eyes turn to me, “come here” She rolls her eyes before standing up and walking towards me. “Really?” She asks as soon as she comes to a halt in front of me, “you fuck me like your life depends on it then you turn around and act like I mean nothing to you” “I fucked you, we both enjoyed it”

But what captivates me the most is those velvety lips, and let is not forget those stilettos. And as she comes to stand next to me, a small tear starts to tickle the corner of my eye. Beauty indeed lies in the eye of the beholder, and at present, beauty is flooding my sense of vision. "Oh, Becca, I am at a loss for the perfect word. If I thought that your beauty could not go beyond compare, I would say that I have been proven wrong." She only but chuckles at me nervously. The woman is about to fall over and die.

Turning my head slightly to see the person who had just spoken and then my gaze landed on him again. The guy who had been staring at me earlier was now walking toward us. At that moment, it felt like an angel had descended, coming to my rescue. In my mind, I could almost see ethereal wings unfurling behind him as he moved with quiet, commanding grace. From across the room earlier, I’d thought he was simply attractive, but seeing him up close—I realized he was nothing short of perfection.

Marcus I stare at the dark water from my vantage point at the top of the bridge. I know I should feel sad or even afraid, considering what I am about to do. But I feel nothing. I am so numb inside, like a dried-up husk. I sigh and give my phone one last look; no calls as usual, not even a promotional text from my service provider. It's such a cold and dreary night that it perfectly matches my mood. I want to scream; maybe someone somewhere can hear me, can heed my pain, but I know it's futile. I gulp and try to stop the tears I feel prickling at the back of my head.