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TyeniWrites Aug 2020
Even with your flaws
Even with your imperfections
You are still very beautiful
Himaanshh Aug 2020
i
am
defined by
my flaws,

my imperfections.
If you were absolutely perfect, Would you even bother to even think of working on your flaws..filling the cracks...melding the pieces? What would that make you? Would you grow?
I used to say;

Every inch of my body is flawed.

My arms are the misspelling of words everyone expects you to know;

My stomach is the lucky lottery numbers of addicts and the poor;

My legs are rivers that flow endlessly, but flood all that dares live next to its edges. The water pours over and into the houses of strangers like it was always meant to be there. Only to wash away lives and leave destruction.

The freckles on my skin etch a pattern ‘ugly’ as delicate as Charlottes webs, only these designs were never meant to save the girl. They were meant to break her.

A story of hatred is told on my face, one of a torn castle and all in its wake. The royalty inside have all faded away, and the beauty I once saw could no longer stay.

Every inch of my body is flawed, but these misspelling arms take comfort in temporary words.

-S.D.F
scrawny Jul 2020
when the darkness kiss the light goodbye
my pain and sorrow
starts to say hi
with the tears streaming down my cheeks
letting my pillow acts as the basin
of my sorrow
letting the moon be the witness
of my aching heart
And letting the darkness
Comfort me through my sadness
I  cried my way out through the night
Until hours passed by and I realized
It's now sunrise
And it's another day to put on my mask of lies
Elizabeth Jul 2020
Outside I am smiling but inside I am dying
To the world I am a girl with no flaws
But my soul is covered with scars from claws
The mask on my face is a perfect disguise
I have been telling the world nothing but lies
Marion Jul 2020
andrew.
i fall to my knees at his feet with a heavy breath.
i almost feel unworthy.
this person, this man-
he's perfection in flesh and blood.
i feel blessed.
this angel, a saint with flaws, perfect flaws.
i nearly worship him.
godlike, i search his face for signs of light, anything celestial or close to it.
i find them faintly, small, unnoticeable to anyone who's wronged him.
he is perfect, and somehow, he is mine.
I grew up to know kindness is free,
you don't charge a dime for a kind deed.

I came to know a smile heals every thing,
it even drives the worries and is all you need.

And if rain or shine, I must not complain,
because someone may have need of it more than I.

I learnt that to win a good race,
I must first learn to stay in my lane.

I'm told it takes a strong mind if I want to be fast.
And if I fail, I must not quit and learn from the past.

I am taught if I need to get a head start
I have to train smart and not too hard.

All these I am taught and more to live by
And to always be thankful for all that's mine.
"All perfect and beautiful things are simple and free "
Cherish Jun 2020
I trusted everyone I know
I was so kind towards everyone
But they took it for granted

But when I turn to the dark side
Everyone asked why

But they only judge me without knowing
the reason

That’s why I’m always the bad guy.
They only mark your flaws and the mistake you do

But not the good side🙃
Eloisa Jun 2020
Life’s flowers and flaws
Warm air creeps as spring retreats
Hopeful yet confused
Gazing over hydrangeas
Can’t wait for bright autumn leaves
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