Love is about the flaws,
about a bleeding hangnail on your hand,
about scraped knuckles,
about a temper rough
and about the truth.
It’s fingers worn raw
by the guitar strings,
it’s music, not elegant at all.
And when you love,
you accept every flaw,
you put on a band-aid,
you take a cold hand,
you hug, cheering me up,
you don’t hide your shortcomings.
This is a song she wrote,
and she is truly beautiful.
And to be loved,
you don’t need to be perfect,
just honest, and in love.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 8:49 AM UTC
Love is about the flaws,
about a bleeding hangnail on your hand,
about scraped knuckles,
about a temper rough
and about the truth.
It’s fingers worn raw
by the guitar strings,
it’s music, not elegant at all.
And when you love,
you accept every flaw,
you put on a band-aid,
you take a cold hand,
you hug, cheering me up,
you don’t hide your shortcomings.
This is a song she wrote,
and she is truly beautiful.
And to be loved,
you don’t need to be perfect,
just honest, and in love.
