Perfectly Imperfect.

Perfectly Imperfect.

Tracing time with petty fingers,
walking lines I never dreamt.
Bearing gifts within my soul
so perfectly imperfect.

Joyous words to fill my mouth,
but they escape in total silence.
Tabloids spell out all my thoughts,
telling the world my secrets.

Games to all and to all a winner;
all but me that seems to be.
For, I'm perfectly imperfect
bearing nonsense to all the world.

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This title was given to me by Jess.
Her profile is here:
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