You say you're unlovely, but you're a galaxy, many secrets in the shadows but full of sparks of light and colors.
You tell me you're flawed, a mess, but darling, you're a perfect mess.
A perfect mess in fall, where the leafs change shades.
Where they dance through the wind and land beautifully, calmly.
A perfect mess during a rainy day, feeling like you're drowning only to know you're giving life to beautiful things.
You bring yourself down with your insecurities. You dig your own hole in the ground. Feeling unwanted and stranded in your own thoughts of imperfection.
But your flaws make you divine.
You are Imperfectly perfect...
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My Untold Thoughts
PoetryI have so many things in my head that I can't really explain but here ya go. (Still editing)
