Perfection Within Flaws

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A face that's kind,

With just few zits.

A smile that is funnier than an orange rind,

With a really slow wit.

 

A walk without balance or grace.

A mind filled with irrational fears.

Feeling out of place,

And always shedding tears.

But somehow waking up with a smile on my face.

 

But am I perfect?

I do believe so.

Perfect by the passion in my heart,

The loving nature of my soul,

My pursuing dreams and future goals.

 

My perfection is in my flaws,

Quirky if they might seem.

But they're me,

And that's all I ever want to be.

 
This poem is about: 
Me
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Comments

mshk20

So relatable! Nice job!! :)

blessedsoul18

i really love this poem it defines me 

mknight609

"My perfection is in my flaws." I love that.

 

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