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About MeHello, my is kylie, I havent been on here for a long time, i haven't written in years so bare with me. Reading all my old stuff brings back a lot of memories. I have a husband and twin girls, i would do anything for my girls, they are my everything, they are what keeps me going and i adore them so much.
"The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides." If we don't open Forrest Gump's proverbial box of chocolates, and try each of them...how are we to know which ones we like? Sure, they all have the chocolate on the outside. But it's what's on the inside that we make our decision of whether or not we like the candy. -Bud "No matter what our life circumstances, we all must learn to value ourselves and the gifts that we bring to the world."-David Roche "Sometimes paper is the only thing that will listen to you." Very true. "The world is so much better when you're dreaming" Someone once told me "Don't run, you'll only get tired".. He was dead on right.. "Perhaps our eyes need to be washed by our tears once in a while, so that we can see Life with a clearer view again. "Laugh as much as you breathe and love as long as you live. "Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. SP wrote this about me... Its what I needed. Thank you. Quiet A Poem by StarrynightPoet She calls herself Quiet but her words speak aloud strong forces call her name she is brave and she's proud She has travelled the distance and has surely paid her dues she wears her heart on her sleeve but, baby, she isn't a fool She writes of daily life her innermost soul touching us with her magic though, that's not her only goal She just needs to breathe through writing she does express sorrow, pain, loss, joy, betrayal and complete, deserved happiness So, this poem goes out to her my sweet friend, my Quiet Poet her talent is rare and precious a Master poet; she should know it. -Sharla Gentile- This was written by this amazing sweet girl named Piggy. She wrote it about me and my dream of becoming a chef. It explains me so well. She couldn't have written it any other way. Thank you so much. I love it. Her senses She smells the passion, the sweet honey smell of golden brown honey. She smells her love, aroma soaring through the air reaching for her. She hears her destiny, the sizzle that calls her near. She hears her hope, the rippled sound of steaming soup. She sees her treasure, the rosy peaches with their blushing cheeks. She sees her miracle, the steps that bring her closer to her dream. She taste the glory, the sweet sunshine joy of the cherries. She taste her past, the climbing mountain, she took to stand on her feet. She touches the heaven, the passion of cooking, buried inside of her. She touched her peace, where -there, she is complete... It was meant for her destiny.... JadedSparrow wrote this for me. It means a lot more than he realizes.. Thank you.: Never judging, always accepting. No matter how filthy I feel, You are there with open arms, Offering shelter from the turmoil of this world. You smile for me and tell me things will be better; Though In the past I would have laughed in disbelief, Somehow things have changed, And doubt is the farthest thing from my mind. Miles upon miles away, Yet still you have a profound effect on my thought process. It was a blessing unto me the day our paths crossed... Even though you are miles upon miles away, My friendship and devotion will forever be yours.
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