Perfectly Imperfect
Big Girl.
I am a big girl,
And they don't cry right?
They don't show off their
Broken bones, broken hearts, broken anything
Like a shiny, new toy.
Rubber can only be stretched to a certain point before it snaps;
So too do our hearts.
Callused fingertips stretch all over the neck
Just to get the damn F# note,
All the while wanting to grasp at what the
Universe has in store for me.
Maybe the Universe likes music?
I hope so, 'cause that's all I have left.
After all, I'm only human.
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