Not perfect by any means.
Adrift in a mind of wonders.
Brokenness obscurely veiled.
Smiling so beautifully suffering.
Aching with boldness inside.
The absent colors surround.
Submersed in a sea of shades.
A lamp so radiant it enrages.
Despised because of the love.
Tear me apart some more.
I am ripe for tomorrow again.
Built to endure brokenness.
Created with perfect flaws.
Too silent and too colorful.
Mind too full to undergo again.
Absorbing every moment.
So unusual it startles you.
Never unnatural around you.
Passionately color blinded.
Traveling down a desolate road.
Never to run across you there.
Isolated in this desire it seems.
Preparing a heart for you.
No sense to gaze this way.
Perfectly flawed in every way.
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It has always been my philosophy that you like someone for their qualities, but that you love them for their flaws.
For them, not in spite of them.
Perfectly imperfect. Flawed to perfection.
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