Scratches and Squeaks
I love my house
Though it’s full of scratches and squeaks
To accept imperfection has always been difficult
For me,
Especially in myself
I’ve come to learn that when I truly love someone
Or something that I also love the flaws
Perhaps love is the only thing that is perfect
Copyright © Mike Gentile | Year Posted 2017
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