A perfect imperfection

I’ve never been perfect

I’m just perfectly flawed,

With broken edges

That are curved & broad.

I’ve been ripped apart

Only to be stitched,

Sewn with resilience

And a little added bitch.

I’m a cocktail of disaster

A messed-up recipe,

With a teaspoon of spice

And a dash of profanity.

Just like a hurricane

I’m beautiful to view,

I’m just not a storm

You want to get sucked into.

With a life forged

Full of transformation

I became perfect

A perfect imperfection

K

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6 Responses to A perfect imperfection

  1. The only thing that makes us unique, is our own, individual, imperfections, and, if we, try to, get rid of these things about us, then, we would be like, robots, made in a factory, and so, you have to ask your self: do I want to stand out, as someone that is, flawed, or, do I, want to be, perfect clones, that’s, completely, identical to, everybody, else?

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  2. bozo says:

    beauty is found within our imperfections ❤️

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