Sparks and dots
And thoughts and spots.
Monday, 12 March 2018
Perfect Flaws
She combs her hair
She paints her lips,
She’s perfect in her flaws.
She turns to me, and rolls her eyes
And says distastefully “ Your not popular like me”.
All I do is smile and say “ why’d I want popularity when I
have the friends I need?”
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