Would you love me if my skin was beautiful
a perfect porcelain
without scars marring my skin?
Would you love me if i had full lips
the delicate kind
that kissed roses everday?
Would you love me if i had a straight nose
a feminine one
that looked perfect from every angle?
Would you love me if i had doe shaped eyes
an innocent pair
that showed my inner purity?
Would you love me if i had an unbroken heart
like those of newborns
trusting and joyful every passing second?
Would you love me if i had a clean soul
white as the first fall of snow
never to have known of darkness and unimagninable hurts?
Would you love me if i had a muscial laughter
like gentle gurgles of a stream
never a note out of place in its symphony?
Would you love me if i spoke in soft tones
never to utter a curse
with diplomacy ruling my tongue?
Would you love me if i was this check list
of what others considered beauty
seemingly the ideal whose hand a task to win?
If you could love me as this
erase meat once from the chambers of your mind
leave no trace of my presence visible
i would be sure to disappoint your wishes and dreams
you held on high pedestals
For i am riddled with battlescars
and my words would only voice my honest opinions
my body breaking the mould of ideal perfection
my heart a shattered vase taped together
my soul steeped in darkness yet riddled with wells of dreams
If you could love my imperfections
If you could love my soul
then you and i could possibly be together
as imperfection but never alone.
Feb 5, 2015
Feb 5, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC
Would you love me if my skin was beautiful
a perfect porcelain
without scars marring my skin?
Would you love me if i had full lips
the delicate kind
that kissed roses everday?
Would you love me if i had a straight nose
a feminine one
that looked perfect from every angle?
Would you love me if i had doe shaped eyes
an innocent pair
that showed my inner purity?
Would you love me if i had an unbroken heart
like those of newborns
trusting and joyful every passing second?
Would you love me if i had a clean soul
white as the first fall of snow
never to have known of darkness and unimagninable hurts?
Would you love me if i had a muscial laughter
like gentle gurgles of a stream
never a note out of place in its symphony?
Would you love me if i spoke in soft tones
never to utter a curse
with diplomacy ruling my tongue?
Would you love me if i was this check list
of what others considered beauty
seemingly the ideal whose hand a task to win?
If you could love me as this
erase meat once from the chambers of your mind
leave no trace of my presence visible
i would be sure to disappoint your wishes and dreams
you held on high pedestals
For i am riddled with battlescars
and my words would only voice my honest opinions
my body breaking the mould of ideal perfection
my heart a shattered vase taped together
my soul steeped in darkness yet riddled with wells of dreams
If you could love my imperfections
If you could love my soul
then you and i could possibly be together
as imperfection but never alone.
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