she wasn’t free of imperfections, she wasn’t immune to faults
but there was something so perfect about how flawed she was
she wasn’t some angel who had come down from the heavens
but there was something so angelic about how delightfully human she was
she wasn’t some genius who had unravelled the universe’s darkest secrets
but there was something so brilliant about how she knew she had so much to learn
she wasn’t devoid of pride, she wasn’t unaffected by vanity
but there was something so humble about how superb she was.
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the hurting / the healing
Poetry[ poetry bundle ] If there's anything I've learned these past 20 years, it's that life is never perfect. Some days are harder than others. Some days I feel so utterly happy that I fall in love with being alive. Others I feel so empty and tired it se...
