You are everything that is good and pure-
and I, am a refraction of your perfection.
I am insignificant, I am flawed, imperfect and rough around the edges.
Yet, you say all the right words that softly seeps into my soul. Tenderness that captures my attention- that gravitates my heart towards you.
You say, you love me, and I deserve someone better.
Yet, I feel as if I am the one undeserving of your love.
I am but a girl born in poverty, a girl who fell in love with artistry and made a simple living out of poetry.
You deserve perfection, yet I do not have it in me to let go of the love that flows from you to me.
YOU ARE READING
TEARDROPS
PoetryJust Words. Random words that cut you deep. This is my world- and I'm a broken piece of artwork.
