Day by day

We go unnoticed

Just a face in the crowd,

We are not perfect,

We are flawed ,

We are not worshipped by those beneath us

We are the red paint in this black and white picture

The imperfect perfections....

We can never have everything
There will always be something missing,
Or something wrong with ourselves
That stops us from being the "so-called perfect"

Because a perfect person--
It does not exist
It's just too good to ever be true
Simply a myth that can never be real

When every imperfection makes her the definition of perfection.

We humans are no better or worse than the next we see. So why are we so quick to judge another person for the way they think, act, or dress? We are all imperfect creatures, who all desire to be perfect, and have different perspectives of perfection. Don't rush to try to be perfect because darling, you will never get there. Perfection does not exist.

Society's affection of those with the best complexion
Others being faced with rejection
Its society that needs the correction
You need to love your own reflection

You're not perfect.
Sometimes you're jealous,
Sometimes you're overprotective.
You lose your temper,
You forget about patience.
Occasionally you're selfish,
Occasionally you're inconsiderate.
You make me cry too hard,
You make me mad too much.
You're not perfect.
You're not perfect at all.
Sometimes you squeeze me too tight,
Sometimes you steal all the blankets.
You get lost in my eyes,
You hold my hand 'til it's sweaty.
Occasionally you miss my lips when you kiss me,
Occasionally you tickle me until I'm breathless.
You make me laugh too hard,
You make me love too much.
You're not perfect.
You're perfectly mine.