Perfect
You expect me to be perfect
with everything in place
So wrapped in your little world
of satin, ribbons and lace
The only thing you see are faults
and point them out each day
Seeing not the flaws within yourself
you rip more of me away
Say what you will, think as you wish
but I must make this correction
You give no credit for my being perfect
.....at my imperfection
Copyright © Alana Tye | Year Posted 2008
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