A Change of One
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If I could change one,
I would change the blemish upon my face,
But not the one on yours.
Push back my stray hair
That’s always there,
While never touching yours.
I would erase my imperfections,
Until they don’t exist,
While never changing yours,
Because there’s nothing there to fix.
It’s not that you don’t have them,
And it’s not that I don’t see.
But because each imperfection,
Is something perfect to me.
But if i could only change one,
I would change the cut upon your skin,
But not the one on mine.
Take away your fear
That won’t disappear
While keeping all of mine.
I would erase your pains
Until they doesn’t exist,
While keeping mine the same
Because without yours, I have none to fix.
It’s not that I don’t have themm
And it’s not that I don’t feel.
But because if you have no troubles,
Then none of mine can be real.