FLAWS
Your flaws are what makes you you
Your identity that bullies you
Yes, I'm full of flaws but still... I'm worthy
The monster I embrace
Sewed to be my finest silk
Must I be known from afar?...he thundered a spank on my cheek.
Millions hide me under dark lightning
And layers of make-up
I'm the builders that crawl along the riverbed...Only to be seen after deception.
Hated by my flaws
Rejected for having flaws
My tongue-tied
Yet, I strive in-btw....for ecstasy
Never to be depressed
Out of the blue...he surfaced
Gulping my blood
Now, I'm licking my wounds
Raring to go
Pulling out all the stops, not letting the moss grow over
Pulling the plug
The rising monster must be drowned
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