The Blood That Stains The Pages

Your Imperfections

I am probley happier then I ever can be,

Because your showing your feelings,

Sure your cocky,

Your arrogent,

Your teasing,

Your possesive,

Your random,

Your hyper,

Your wierd,

Your competitve,

Your loud,

But all these imperfections,

Are what makes you perfect,

And dont you forget that.