Perfect Imperfection

by Disenchanted   Nov 17, 2007


The chill from her heart hits me unlike any other
Her emotionless face is a work of art
A picture painted with blood and flesh
Coming with her body not a single flaw
Which is noticed by all the men who stare in awe.
Underneath is all though there are scares
Just like any other who has come this far
And in her heart they'll never disappear
Especially from the men who look at her and sneer

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