![Dangerous//Beautiful
You are dangerous and beautiful; dangerously beautiful and beautifully dangerous. You play with words and fight with stares; you steal looks as you step in the room and reach into souls through your deep brown eyes. One touch from your skin eludes miles of fascination, imagination, and unrealistic realizations yet to you, it was simply a touch. Ironically enough, I’m jealous of your power; though I’d never want it, never seek it, and never feel it.
You see, you’re dangerously beautiful; something that at first may seem attractive but after a quick thought or two may actually be quite contrary. Yes, you are beautiful and most definitely pleasing to the eye; attention is given to you without a moments notice. You can bet that whispers from all around are most likely about you; however you’re a shark and there’s only a sad fate if we ever were to meet. Everyone seems to notice you around but will never have the courage to come speak to you; you may not realize it but the very fact that you’re around is very degrading. You stand tall and proud; I must be doing something wrong because as I walk by you I feel lesser of a being than you. You’re just too dangerously beautiful.
You’re beautifully dangerous; I’ve heard about you and you’re cutting edge personality. Every breathe, every sentence, every period, and every small literary mark that leaves your lips wraps the image of you around our minds and around our hearts. You’re sweet, nice, and would never hurt a fly unless you’re defending a stranger or more importantly your loved ones. You wish to hurt no one; yet every “I’m just being nice” act that you do makes boys trip, fall, and flip head over heels for you. Your rejections are on point and you always seem right by making yourself seem wrong; however, ironically enough I still feel like I’m the wrong one. You promise friendship; but you’re too beautifully dangerous.
If looks could kill then you’d have millions of victims buried with your words; death that seems like their own faults. A killer smile and an awesome personality; boys are falling off cliffs hoping you’d catch them. Sadly enough, you save every one of them because you don’t want them to get hurt.
Dangerous and beautiful; just let us hit the bottom.
So if you’re still wondering why you’re single I hope you consider my theory; because I never understood your loneliness as well. I’ve heard it from everyone:
“How are you still single?”
Well, my friend, every rose has it’s thorns; and, unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else will be picking you any time soon.
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![Dangerous//Beautiful
You are dangerous and beautiful; dangerously beautiful and beautifully dangerous. You play with words and fight with stares; you steal looks as you step in the room and reach into souls through your deep brown eyes. One touch from your skin eludes miles of fascination, imagination, and unrealistic realizations yet to you, it was simply a touch. Ironically enough, I’m jealous of your power; though I’d never want it, never seek it, and never feel it.
You see, you’re dangerously beautiful; something that at first may seem attractive but after a quick thought or two may actually be quite contrary. Yes, you are beautiful and most definitely pleasing to the eye; attention is given to you without a moments notice. You can bet that whispers from all around are most likely about you; however you’re a shark and there’s only a sad fate if we ever were to meet. Everyone seems to notice you around but will never have the courage to come speak to you; you may not realize it but the very fact that you’re around is very degrading. You stand tall and proud; I must be doing something wrong because as I walk by you I feel lesser of a being than you. You’re just too dangerously beautiful.
You’re beautifully dangerous; I’ve heard about you and you’re cutting edge personality. Every breathe, every sentence, every period, and every small literary mark that leaves your lips wraps the image of you around our minds and around our hearts. You’re sweet, nice, and would never hurt a fly unless you’re defending a stranger or more importantly your loved ones. You wish to hurt no one; yet every “I’m just being nice” act that you do makes boys trip, fall, and flip head over heels for you. Your rejections are on point and you always seem right by making yourself seem wrong; however, ironically enough I still feel like I’m the wrong one. You promise friendship; but you’re too beautifully dangerous.
If looks could kill then you’d have millions of victims buried with your words; death that seems like their own faults. A killer smile and an awesome personality; boys are falling off cliffs hoping you’d catch them. Sadly enough, you save every one of them because you don’t want them to get hurt.
Dangerous and beautiful; just let us hit the bottom.
So if you’re still wondering why you’re single I hope you consider my theory; because I never understood your loneliness as well. I’ve heard it from everyone:
“How are you still single?”
Well, my friend, every rose has it’s thorns; and, unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else will be picking you any time soon.
[img via]](http://27.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_l328dkXXOU1qav15co1_500.jpg)
Dangerous//Beautiful
You are dangerous and beautiful; dangerously beautiful and beautifully dangerous. You play with words and fight with stares; you steal looks as you step in the room and reach into souls through your deep brown eyes. One touch from your skin eludes miles of fascination, imagination, and unrealistic realizations yet to you, it was simply a touch. Ironically enough, I’m jealous of your power; though I’d never want it, never seek it, and never feel it.
You see, you’re dangerously beautiful; something that at first may seem attractive but after a quick thought or two may actually be quite contrary. Yes, you are beautiful and most definitely pleasing to the eye; attention is given to you without a moments notice. You can bet that whispers from all around are most likely about you; however you’re a shark and there’s only a sad fate if we ever were to meet. Everyone seems to notice you around but will never have the courage to come speak to you; you may not realize it but the very fact that you’re around is very degrading. You stand tall and proud; I must be doing something wrong because as I walk by you I feel lesser of a being than you. You’re just too dangerously beautiful.
You’re beautifully dangerous; I’ve heard about you and you’re cutting edge personality. Every breathe, every sentence, every period, and every small literary mark that leaves your lips wraps the image of you around our minds and around our hearts. You’re sweet, nice, and would never hurt a fly unless you’re defending a stranger or more importantly your loved ones. You wish to hurt no one; yet every “I’m just being nice” act that you do makes boys trip, fall, and flip head over heels for you. Your rejections are on point and you always seem right by making yourself seem wrong; however, ironically enough I still feel like I’m the wrong one. You promise friendship; but you’re too beautifully dangerous.
If looks could kill then you’d have millions of victims buried with your words; death that seems like their own faults. A killer smile and an awesome personality; boys are falling off cliffs hoping you’d catch them. Sadly enough, you save every one of them because you don’t want them to get hurt.
Dangerous and beautiful; just let us hit the bottom.
So if you’re still wondering why you’re single I hope you consider my theory; because I never understood your loneliness as well. I’ve heard it from everyone:
“How are you still single?”
Well, my friend, every rose has it’s thorns; and, unfortunately, neither I nor anyone else will be picking you any time soon.
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