I'm sorry i wasn't perfect,
for the times i wasn't quite,
and the times i had an oppinion.
when i couldn't sit still,
and the way you made me feel.
how when you were around i told you how i felt,
i never lied to you,
and meant everything i said.
when people asked you were my one and only.
from where i sit now,
looking back,
i don't need to please you.
my imperfections make me; me.
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