No one is perfect,
We all know how well that's true.
We're all broken people,
With innocence scarred,
And heart bruised.
But to be perfectly honest,
That's what I like most about you.
Your bruises are reminders of the trivials you had to go through,
Your scars are evidence of the challenges you did not withdrew.
Because at the end of the day,
The world is your oyster to pursue,
Your skin is a blank canvas waiting to be blue,
And your life is another story waiting to be heard soon.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 9:51 AM UTC
No one is perfect,
We all know how well that's true.
We're all broken people,
With innocence scarred,
And heart bruised.
But to be perfectly honest,
That's what I like most about you.
Your bruises are reminders of the trivials you had to go through,
Your scars are evidence of the challenges you did not withdrew.
Because at the end of the day,
The world is your oyster to pursue,
Your skin is a blank canvas waiting to be blue,
And your life is another story waiting to be heard soon.
