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I'm full of imperfections and embraced with impurities that sometimes lead to insecurities but honey my scars make me stronger and my flaws are what make me beautiful and beauty is key when it comes to being me wether I'm a size 3 or 33
I'm just like a bee I'm fine as long as you don't cross me
I love to love and be loved back but from first glance most probably wouldn't know that. I tend to hide the true me from the world that surrounds me afraid of being torn down while trying to rise up
Deep down I'm a tree with loving branches that stretch high and wide waiting to be touched by another human being but there is a such thing as wild fires you know, that deeply burn and scorn me and I've seen plenty of those in my day
You see I love to love but lately I haven't been being loved back which makes me burrow in pain. I'm trying to be free from these burdens so that I can love you as much as you say you love me and believe me I'm trying my damn hardest
Just keep meeting me half way and one day I may be able to love again and hold your hand as we come together as one in a cute church under the scorching sun
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samueltfranklin
Lots of images and metaphors going on here, making for an interesting read. If you want to tinker with this one a bit more, try for a little more structure--play around with line lengths, stanzas, enjambment, and try to achieve a more purposeful arrangement of your words; they are strong as they are, but a solid structure will make this a stronger poem. Also, as this poem deals with accepting personal flaws and insecurities, you might be interested in Project Acceptance, which was started several years ago by one of my friends. Here's the link if you'd like to check it out: http://projectacceptance.tumblr.com/