Be proud of your flaws
for they make you You,
That spot on your nose
It's like morning dew.
Who cares about that extra tyre
That sits on your waist?
It's the salt on the main course
Part of the flavour, the taste.
Those cute little wrinkles
That dance around your eyes.
They're the crackling sound of a vintage record
They add to your vibe.
Be proud of your flaws
For they make you You.
Lovely and Beautiful
imperfectly true
I love it! I'll never complain about myself again... at least I'll try not to... but no, thats one of my flaws isn't it? ... Love it! Thanks :)
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wow, I am blown away by your poetry, it's the best i've read in a long time!