He says he isn't perfect,
But I say different.
He say's he's ugly,
I say perfect.
He cowers around others,
I help him stand.
Because I'm a person,
who will stand by,
and help him stand.
Because,
he may not be perfect,
but he's perfect for me.
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Poems
PoetryA collection of poems I've had in my head. Some have been written with prompts from @MusicalMagical and myself!
