truth be told...
I know, I’m not perfect.
I had to learn to accept that.
I am not “the fairest one of all”.
I’m a little overweight and ‘undertall’.
I may not be the most intelligent one.
And there are things I shouldn’t have done.
I am not your picture-perfect wonder-woman.
And even in summer, I hardly get a tan.
I guess that, all in all,
My legs are too short
And my boobs are too small.
But let me come to a final conclusion:
What you see here ain’t an illusion.
I might not be perfect, but at least I’m for real.
So, why can’t you just tell me: What do you feel?
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I feel Pandora
That it`s what you are inside that counts most.and judging by your honesty in your poem reading between the lines you are the perfect person none of us Women are satisfied with what we have, I loved your poem this was only your opinion of yourself,and not how others see you ,hugs to you from Willow.
Thank you
Dear Willow,
thanks a lot for yor kind words!
*re-hug* ;)
When you're dreaming with a broken heart,
the waking up is the hardest part.
(John Mayer)