you are perfectly imperfect,
that's why i love you so,
i always remember your face and laughter,
wherever i go,
but you hate how you look like,
you hate the gap between your teeth,
so most of the time, you plaster a serious face,
whenever we would meet,
but let me tell you,
your imperfection is beauty,
all your imperfections suit you,
and that's what i always love to see,
because your eyes always trick you
into thinking that's all you'll ever be,
but i see something far more greater in you;
you are the most gorgeous person to me.
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a hurricane of blues | poetry book 2 ✔
Poetry[ poetry and prose book 2 ] ❝you're so good at comforting others but who's comforting you?❞ a shelf of poems and proses containing the chaos and pain of heartache, loneliness, anger, grief, and sadness. s t a r t e d : f e b r u a r y 2 0 2 1 e n d...
