BeautifulImperfections
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[ear]
Music paints the scene when nothing is sung
I need no drums,
Just the steadily unsteady beat of my pulse
[heart]
At first
I thought you were diamond embedded
And then
I saw how imperfectly you were created
You willow crying like you lost perfection
And some of us
see your little perfect complexions
imperfect being drifting
on the other side of the wall
to be free of err is to be captive
to nothing at all
Am I Perfect?
My body is small
hardly like a barbie doll.
My hair is thick and dark
It is bold as if making a loud remark
My eyes are almond shape
a brilliant brown i can't escape
Frizzy hair is the norm for me
With a crooked smile and chubby cheeks
Glasses sit on the bridge of my nose
And who can stand a girl with goofy toes
It is always a tight squeeze to fit into my jeans
