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Poems about yourself beloved

I want to cry, but I’m having fun, I hide deadly sadness behind laughter. I draw a smile, I laugh endlessly, I live behind the façade of someone else’s face. I was winged, but there is no height, Old dreams are melting into fragments. Everyone thinks she’s happy, she smiles at everyone, but my heart is breaking! When my salary is raised, I will buy a fur coat made from raccoon And I will wear it proudly, Even though others will vomit. I’ll buy a car for a hundred thousand, shiny red, and everyone who overtook me before will answer me for this! I’ll also buy myself a boat, one hundred and seventy meters long. It will have fourteen rooms and a huge diesel engine. With a pipe. All the photo artists in the world Will die one day from frustration My camera for thirty thousand euros The reason for that will be loss. I'll eat rolls and sushi from the most outlandish fish And the waiters won't hide their wide smiles from tips. I will jump for joy, and maybe somersault, when my salary is increased. I COULD JUST WAIT FOR THIS!!! I'm such a Sweetheart! I'm so Tsatsa! You can’t stop looking at me, Beauty! I'm so smart! I'm such a Kralya! You have never seen such a beauty! I love and cherish myself, my beloved! Oh, what hangers! Oh, what a neck! Wasp waist! Velvet skin! More beautiful every day! Younger every day! Teeth are like pearls - stronger every day! The legs are a sight to behold! Slimmer every day! The hair is gorgeous! You never dreamed of it! They cooked for three - I got one! I don’t listen to anyone if they shame and criticize me! BECAUSE IT'S THE BEST! BECAUSE I KNOW!!! I love waking up at night and lying quietly in bed. The deep light of the lamp makes it tremble. Awaken the animal instinct, And quietly.. And quietly smile at the pictures inside, And again, closing your eyes, fall asleep.

We will certainly continue in our dreams, With you I am allowed everything. It doesn’t matter that all this is perishable, It doesn’t matter that it’s all fiction.

Soar to the skies, crash! Touch the bottom with your palms. And falling into the night - waking up, In the wreckage of an unclear dream.

Like a mosaic of shadows, inspired by dreams Painfully ordinary light. Through a dream, silent flowers are born, Such, unfortunately, is the whole world of the poet.

Poems about yourself beloved

I don’t know where the light is at the end of the tunnel, But my life has a lot of meaning. And it’s like I’m erasing the lines with an eraser, Those lines between life and soul. I rejoice in what I have, loyal friends, close and dear ones. I love, I live, I breathe and I just believe, Because I can’t even live a day without them. It will be difficult for me in a lonely world, But lonely only for me, There will be only strangers around, Whom you fear like fire. But there is a lot of happiness in my life, and life has great meaning. Where is the light at the end of the tunnel, Don’t ask strictly, Because I don’t know, but I feel it in my soul. I dedicate these beautiful poems to my beloved, I wish you love and joy and a sea of happiness ahead

Oh, how I love myself! And I believe that the love is mutual! After all, there is nothing sweeter than the appearance of your face! I'm a pretty girl... I love someone who respects me... I always go out with my group... I'm sweet, caring and loved... And sometimes I play around with the guys... I have good relationships with new friends... I'm so happy that I exist... I'm a very cool example of a bad example .“People leave my life. People invade my life. And I just put on my glasses, put in my headphones, drink tea and move on with my life. And what’s important is that I breathe evenly. No problems with the “LOVE” label. Without failures with the label You” In my soul, tears are dripping down the pavement - It seems like spring, everything is fine, But inside there is frost.

I feel unhappy - I don’t even know why, I just don’t like melancholy terribly, Maybe that’s why I’m sad?

Mental drops, Heart disorder... How painful it is to cry, When there are no tears...

I sob to myself: There is a meaning to life, but there is none. Some things work out, but others fall into the abyss.

I'm not afraid of the abyss, But I feel sick in my chest, I want to fall, beg God for forgiveness, Although there is a sea of inspiration...

I take one step back, two steps forward, and vice versa. I help someone, I scold someone, and someone helps me...

Tired, just tired of being, living, and maybe loving... Or maybe an attack of self-pity...

Everything will pass - because everything passes by, Everything comes and goes. I want - I don’t know what. It seems like I have everything I wanted - Even things I didn’t dare to dream about before...

Why then is it so sad? Why is my soul so empty? Tears fell from my eyes - It became easier.

Since I’m crying, it means I’m still alive, my soul hasn’t died yet. I’m tired of being strong, of achieving something, of going to something and striving for something...

I know that my poems are mediocre - But I’m not writing them for you, I’m only thinking about myself now.

It is difficult to be a free person and boldly go towards your dreams. It's difficult to achieve goals that dream of leaving you.

What if I die and don’t have time to do what my soul wants? Will I not say the most important words to those whom I love most and offend most often?

Why am I living? Where am I running? Where will I go? Why am I wandering down this particular path?

I'm just sad - But this sadness is for an hour. I complain, I suffer a little... In fact, everything is fine, it’s just how I relieve stress... Some drink vodka, Some write poetry.

Why am I helping someone? After all, I’ve known for a long time that this is stupid? Why am I still meddling in other people’s affairs - After all, how many times have I been wrong?

Am I saving so that they can save me? What fairy tales do I still believe in? It’s good that I only rely on God.

The sadness passed - I went to bed...

Molchanova T.

Poems about yourself beloved

What am I? -yes, different... When I love, I’m beautiful If I’m not loved, I’m gloomy For the very smart, I’m a fool For the kind, I’m kind For the angry, I’m just a cobra For the righteous, I’m a sinner For the unlucky, I’m successful For the sweet, I’m beautiful And for the boring, I’m arrogant Like life , I am changeable. I have EVERYTHING! I AM A WOMAN!!!!! I LOVE MYSELF, MY BELOVED!

I LOVE MYSELF, MY BELOVED! I AM ALONE. CREATED WITH LOVE BY THE CREATOR ALMIGHTY! HE DID NOT SPARE FOR ME HIS MIND, CHARM, FLEXIBLE STAND, RISING EYEBROWS, AND A SEA OF CHARM. A SWEET SMILE, A RING OF LAUGHTER, AND FEELINGS ARE NOT WASTED, AND THERE WILL BE HAPPINESS AND SUCCESS - EVERYTHING IN THIS LIFE IS MEANINGFUL! I APPRECIATE MYSELF! LOVE MYSELF! I AM GUARDED BY AN ANGEL! LET DESTINY PROTECT ME, BECAUSE I AM UNIQUE! Passionate, hot, daringly dangerous, Bitterly funny and immaculate, All like amber, inspiringly beautiful, The gait is airy, the holiness is oriental.

Inexplicable, weak, tender, Secret, light and artless, Sugary-sweet, careless in thoughts, Sinful, wise, gloomily sad,

Faithful, modest, spicy, sensitive, Often reliable and unrequited, Strangely fearless, timid, creepy, Heavenly pride, a treasured book.

Incomprehensible, crowned with a riddle, A universal mystery, meek piety, Unique, eternal, a woman As if woven from a rainbow by an angel. Poems about myself

I like that I can love, I like that I no longer depend on you, I want to love and create life. And look at what all of a sudden came out of it. I like to search and know that there is truth, And to think: What is the meaning of life, but sometimes I walk on the edge, And sometimes I play at love, But sometimes I forget about it. I like to sing, dance, write, I like to create everything indiscriminately. I like to fly, I don’t want to suffer, I don’t want my soul to be hurt. I can’t live without a name, without meaning, I can’t imagine life without creativity, I want to give all my love, And I give it to whom, I don’t understand. I like to be strong, sometimes I want to be a weak, gentle cat, But still there is no smoke without fire, And suddenly that little one becomes a tiger. I want to become wise, to become more mature, But at the same time not to lose freedom, It seems to me that I love people, Although I also encounter freaks in my life. Please understand that I sincerely love People and from the bottom of my heart I wish you all happiness, And I never hide anger in my heart, Although they tell me that sometimes it is in vain. How I want to shout to the whole world, So that you all become better, So that you would always be proud of yourself, And a bright ray of joy would burn in your heart! I want them to marry for love, and never marry for convenience. I want to drown in love again, Although I have mentally lost count, I want those who were destined for each other to be together, I want there to be no enemies, Although without them we will not know anything bad here. I want love to live, so that it inspires your soul, and maybe these words will protect you in a time of hope. How I like to look into your eyes, Oh, my Motherland, my blue-eyed Russia! What a wonderful country you are, How glad I am that I can gain strength again. I don’t know what I’m talking to you about, I’m telling you everything here indiscriminately, But I want to tell you one thing, I’m shouting, Live sincerely, don’t be at odds with yourself! I wish you love and beauty, spiritual, home comfort, and may everything be good in your life, I’ll fly here for five minutes.

Poems about yourself beloved

I am able to forget, I am able to forgive, I can wait, I can love, Only if you don’t leave me. I have happiness and pain, I have passion and peace, With me you will calm your soul. I am who I am! I won't be different! And you can't change me! Let once I be an angel, once I am a devil, I know everything that is not ideal! I'm still a goddess! Came down from heaven! The rest is just trivial. Don't joke with me, don't play with me, Sometimes I can be dangerous. I can take revenge, and you know it. I hope this is clear to you. I will never betray, I will never leave. I will help, support, calm you down. I will be there in grief, in love, in trouble, and I will reveal my soul to you. I want to be loved, I want to love, Is it really that difficult? I don't want to suffer! I need to forget everything! It’s just impossible to continue living like this! It’s hard to forget me, it’s hard to lose me, And getting me back is more than difficult. It’s hard to love me, it’s hard to understand me, But you can still forgive me... I am who I am! I won't be different! Don't try to change me. I am who I am! I will remain like this! And while I’m alive, enjoy!))) Passionate, hot, daringly dangerous, Bitterly funny and immaculate, All like amber, inspiringly beautiful, The gait is airy, the holiness is oriental.

Inexplicable, weak, tender, Secret, light and artless, Sugary-sweet, careless in thoughts, Sinful, wise, gloomily sad,

Faithful, modest, spicy, sensitive, Often reliable and unrequited, Strangely fearless, timid, creepy, Heavenly pride, a treasured book.

Incomprehensible, crowned with a riddle, A universal mystery, meek piety, Unique, eternal, a woman As if woven from a rainbow by an angel.

The reader in my mind

In the first lines of My letter, the Path opens as long as a braid. Here, scattering lines, the Dragon-like muzzle of a horse climbs towards me. Here gallops across the plain, Satisfied with himself, The young hydrographer is my reader. He is ahead of the Sheep, Karakurt is in wait for Him, He is accompanied by Jackal's cry, And the Basmach sends Him a bullet. But galloping across the plain, Satisfied with himself, The young hydrographer is my reader. He pulls dry apricots from his pocket, He smokes cigarettes, the same as I smoke; Like me, he is curious: In the grass of the steppes He tracks the paths of Beasts and snakes. Noon will come - He will dismount from his horse, He will remember me with a kind word; He will shift his cap and yawn slightly, and take my book from the bag; He will read a poem, tear off a piece of paper, throw off his belt - and under a bush.

What do I want? Just a moment, stop! Long live the hydrographer, my reader!

Bitch or bitch - female

Life has become very difficult for any woman these days. The fairer sex does not have the strength and assertiveness inherent in men, so she has to fight for her life on her own. That’s why the people’s status has grown as a beloved with meaning, a cutie bitch.

If you don't like me, don't point your finger at me. Better yet, poke yourself in the eye.
I went where you sent me. I do what I'm told. Why didn't these things occur to me before?
Some people want to slightly straighten the royal crown on their head with a shovel, and make it harder.
You can only be sweet and kind with a strong and courageous husband.
Yes, I'm a real bitch. And who are you? Did I become her out of nowhere? Who made me this?
A bitch is a seasoned female who will kill for her family and children.
If you don't like me at all, my door is always wide open for you: come out.
When you want to throw a stone into my garden, please be careful. From there a whole hail of stones will return to you.
Nowadays, good brides are no longer looked for through matchmakers. They are simply taken away from fools who absolutely do not know how to appreciate them.
When I sleep soundly, you won’t find a creature sweeter than me.
Bitch is not a nickname, but a real female way of life.
If some guy doesn’t like you, then let him crawl on his knees in front of you. And you push him away with your toe and say: “Well, why are you swearing like a girl?”
You shouldn't read the statuses on my page so carefully. They can turn out to be so interesting that your life will seem bland.
I am not vindictive. I hit it on the head with a frying pan a couple of times - and again it’s white and fluffy.
Bitch - self-defense. And it is not punishable by law.
I can forgive you. But first I have to go to the resort, buy me a fur coat and change my car to a new one.
If a guy asks where I’ve been, I always answer: “Well, not with you.”
You don't have to ask everyone if you are beautiful. Better ask whether those who are trying to evaluate you are beautiful.
Every ugly woman is convinced that she is a true beauty. And condemns an attractive girl in a short skirt for her immodesty.
If you need a cake, you don't run to a dirty dumpling shop. If you need a real man, don't waste your time on a jerk.
Even the most beautiful woman sometimes doubts her true beauty. But the ugliest man in stretched sweatpants with a huge belly is confident in his irresistibility.
For my boyfriend, I am good once a week. The rest will have to endure.
If you hear my loud and cheerful laughter, then He has appeared in the romantic war zone.

On social networks you can read serious, instructive and funny statuses with meaning to yourself. Many girls create them and then find support for themselves in life-affirming statements. They are interesting to many readers.