Imperfect Perfection
I've made mistakes,
But they don't define me.
I have regrets,
But I am not what I've done.
I have secrets,
But they're part of my past.
Come dawn,
And come day.
Come the times,
My problems will all go away.
For when trouble is near,
I can look to the sky.
I have no fear,
And nothing to hide.
I don't see what it is you see,
But why does it matter to you,
If I see an imperfect person perfectly,
And love them more than face value?
I am not perfect,
I do not live in naïve bliss.
I know I'm not perfect,
But I know having flaws makes me flawless.
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