Imperfection
I don’t cut my skin open to know I have blood flowing inside my veins
I don’t need to cut open my heart to feel your pain, I sat there with you when you are crying
Even thought my words weren’t enough, I cry inside when I couldn’t help you heal
My words were imperfect, but I tried, my smile was incomplete, but I tried to find yours
Best friend forever that was what we said to each other, and I meant it
Even though you broke me, but I still wanted you to heal first
Imperfection is a scar that can’t be fade away but in it there is a special beauty
In our friendship we might have hurt but we heal each other’s scars when the world is throwing daggers
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