Perfectly Imperfect


Through my eyes only I can see,

The faults, the flaws that lie within me.

The way my hair falls to the side, 

The way my eyes squint when I smile.

The movements I make when my hips sway,

They are things that I notice, day by day.

Some count them as flaws,

They say I'm far from perfect.

The way I see it,

We all are imperfect.

The flaws and the faults,

It's what makes us unique.

Each one of us is perfect,

Just not at all the same.

All of us are simply, 

Perfectly imperfect in our own way.


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