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Heartbreak Motel Dec 2015
I don't know what is so addictive about him,
What's the thing that make me crazy?

I don't understand why i can't forget him,
He is like everyone else.

Don't get me wrong,
He is flawless,
The most beautiful human I have ever seen.
But he have nothing special, nothing more, nothing less.
Tall, dark hair, brown eyes.

Beauty isn't everything,
I still don't know why i can't ******* forget him.
O.P
Beautiful isn't flawless;
It isn't not being a mess.

Beautiful isn't the perfect hair;
It isn't the best dress to wear.

Beautiful isn't green eyes;
It isn't the most wise.

Beautiful isn't a pretty face;
It isn't elegance or grace.

Beautiful is a heart that hates none,
because it lasts even when the outer beauty is gone.
Cat Fiske Aug 2015
6:30 a.m. you wake to see,
a lovely girl.

the type a girl,
who comes with the proper set of manners,

but looks like somewhere,
this girl lost her standards.

7:00 a.m. she wakes and sees you.
when you've never had the decency to point out her beauty,

you're so swell thinking about,
how you can get her for a second round,

never calling her beautiful,
or flawless during the round

you act lousy to her,
even though

you were really hoping to do more than to embrace her,
but you soon forget all this,

as you lie in bed,
at 10 a.m.

sleepy,
like the loath you were,

10:30 a.m. your fast asleep,
while she feels the ever growing solitude,

11:00 a.m. she stands in front of the window,
beams of sun on her like the angel in heaven planned it,

as she sips the coffee she made for the both of you,
11:30 a.m. the coffee is cold, and she contemplates her purpose here,

by 1:00 p.m she is wondering if this relationship,
will ever evolve into something more,

1:30 p.m. she realized he doesn't care about her presents,
and wonders if any man would.

2:00 p.m. she fears no one could ever love her,
she's found herself filling notebooks of flaws that are too great to love,

it is now 2:30 p.m. on the dot, and if someone was to walk in on her,
it would be as if she was omit from the world for years..

a minute passes and he walks in,
pours some coffee,

he drinks, and swallows the cold coffee,
puts the mug down,

he looks at her with disgrace almost,
and walks away,

to who cares where, because at 2:36 p.m.,
she wrote one more flaw,

my coffee was cold and he left me again,
and that was enough to tell her she was worthless.

and he sat in his chair,
not once getting up to say,

or tell her,
how he thought she was beautiful,

flawless,
or the fact he loved her,
communication. complements, and using some words that aren't used too often. I saw a page of words no one used anymore, and flawless and buitiful were the first two, and there were some other interesting words, so I figured why not make it about using theses words, by also making it about two people who didn't communicate, Idk if its a poem or a short story, if someone knows plz tell me.
rose tattoo Jun 2015
I saw you today
You looked so beautiful.

I will see you again tomorrow
And you will be flawless.
Devashish Kumar Jun 2015
Why
They said she was beautiful.
For me, she was an angel.
She was divine and pure.
If God was an artist,
She were His masterpiece.
If beauty was in details,
She was perfect.
When smile kissed her beautiful lips
Even roses were shy of their existence.
When she spoke,
Cuckoo would hide in the bushes.
If Leonardo were alive,
She would have been his Mona Lisa.
“Then why did you give up on her?”
I never gave up on her.
I gave up on us.
Because she was too good to be mine.

Whenever I see a bear
I remember you my dear
The way your sleeping face looks
the lazy face you make while reading a book
the softness of your voice despite being a bloke

They may seem like flaws
but to me they're absolute *perfection
Dhaye Margaux Feb 2015
I know I am flawed, but I love you so much
And I see you perfect for me to fill my gaps,
My imperfection needs you, my coat is your touch
In your arms is where I need to collapse

Heaven is my place when I am with you
My flaws are like necklace to my subtle skin
But to you it's okay, seems you wear my shoe
Your love makes me flawless and perfect within.
Perfect love
Amanda Feb 2015
Blank canvases that inhale and exhale
with motives to live.
That's all we are
painted by Biology
a gamble in the darkness of who wins the lottery of appeal.

Sometimes we are created
using the best paint brushes
a stunning color palette
other times we are thrown together
extemporaneous products of failure
slapped on with crippled fingers
that lack inspiration
deprived of just the right shade of beauty.

I am a sculpture of proof
a hurried project
nose recklessly placed on the center of my face
cheeks not rosy enough in the frigid winter
disadvantaged with an artist who must have mistaken pink for blue.
My body is an accident
worn with tears after erasing and retracing
time and time again.
My past is scattered with ugly ripe bruises
maybe from tussling too roughly with life.

My soul
is the only thing
that is not of Biology's creation.
Soul is something I have dug deep into
with two frantic hands
before pulling out a heart beating gold
swollen with optimism
warm with love
spilling with kindness
stronger than beauty.

I am perfect
because my soul
is louder than my body.
I am beautiful
because never mind Biology's snide remarks
I am flawless
because despite my luck
I am a work of art.
This got a lot of attention for a poetry scholarship that is still in process. For some reason people really liked it. The topic was, "Write a poem about what makes you flawless". This is my version.
Reanna Jan 2015
I remember the first time I saw you
perfect in all of your ways and
the feeling of your hands with mine
laced, intertwined
I wanted nothing more
but to make you mine

Scared, terrified as time excelled
the more I got to know you
the harder I fell

I didn't understand, I couldn't express
that when you're at your worst
i still think you're at your best
you're grays shine in glitter
and your sunrays are always bright
I accept you completely
in darkness and in light

No pressure, no rush
I respect you and us
You're flaws to me
are beautiful fairy dust

I am sorry, from the bottom of my being
for any nonsense i left you feeling
and as we both got hurt
we took this time apart
to mend each other
to mend our heart

In this process,
this dance of life,
I choose to show you
acceptance and love
through happiness and strife

If my sorry is not enough
I know my actions can be instead
I ask my heart where to go
and to you I am led

Still scary, still terrifying  
but I accept responsibility for the past
I trust in this love
and will do anything to make it last

Some say forever is impossible
with us I believe that is not the case
You will forever be the only person
that my hands with lace
"I saw that you were perfect so I loved you. I saw that you were imperfect, and I loved you even more"
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