Flaw-less

Without flaws

I think I am Flaw-full

Which makes me infinitely more interesting

 

I worry about people underestimating me

Thinking I am just another dumb blonde

I have a weakness for historical novels

And chocolate

And preppy boys.

I sing at the top of my lungs when I'm in the car alone

Very badly

But very passionately

 

I buy too many sheos and I cry too often

And I laugh too loud and sometimes I feel too much

I'm a romantic and an optimist and a little naive

But I believe in the goodness in the world

Wholeheartedly

I drink too much coffee and I can bake everything but cookies

For some reason those are always disgusting (it's the family curse)

 

But who says these are flaws?

Life is perfectly imperfect 

So why cannot we as humans be the same?

Who says it is a flaw that I cannot bake cookies?

Perhaps it is a strength

I'm saving you from diabetes

You're welcome

 

There is a certain beauty that emanates from those who are perfectly themselves

Draws people in

Like moths to a flame

And they overlook all the things that make you Flaw-full

And in their eyes

You are Flawless