Poems

Here are some of my beloved poems. (Due to excessive demanding.)

him

The more imperfections that I see,

the more beautiful he gets.

The more flaws that I count,

they're even better than the rest.

 He thinks that they're countless,

but I really don't care.

What matters most is that

he is beautiful, then and there.

battle scars

My battle scars

are what makes me who I am today,

yesterday, tomorrow, or every other day.

They complete me

and remind me that little things like these

are things to keep me going through, 

like a wind's gentle breeze.

Everybody thinks 

that I'm a good girl.

When in reality,

I could snap a your head

like a turtle.

They say I act prim and proper

because of my rompers.

When in reality,

I'm not really that girl.