Imperfection
Perfection,
if you can prove it exists,
Is the bane of every girl's
existence.
Beauty, if it cannot be seen in my face,
Is what
we strive for, seemingly above all else.
We all want to be
perfect.
We all want to be loved.
Is that so much to ask for?
Tell me what you see,
When you look at me.
Tell
me what you hear,
When I speak your name.
Could I ever be
enough,
Or are the edges too rough,
Could you ever love an imperfect girl like me?