Her Flaws


Her eyes don’t shine,

 Each day of the week,

Her hair’s unruly,

And she can’t fall asleep.


There are bags under her eyes,

And her nails are chipped,

Her voice sounds croaky,

And there are cracks on her lips.


Her smile isn’t stunning,

There’s dirt on her toe,

And when you hear her laugh,

It’s not perfect, I know.


Her eyes aren’t blue,

Her hair’s a mane,

But she’s beautiful,

In her own way.


But what’s a rose,

Deprived of its thorns?

And there won’t be a rainbow,

Without a thunderstorm.

A lion is none,

If you cut off its claws,

So, a girl is no girl,

Without all of her flaws.





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