Imperfect
By: Taylor Donnelly
I know I'm difficult to understand
Especial when i pull away while still holding your hand
I'm selfish I'm sure of this
These feelings are ones i cant just dismiss
I find comfort in your touche
And i know its not saying much
But I'm imperfect by design
And i know at times that not fine
But I'm clutching at you in the chance
That if i cling to you hard enough i can hold my stance
But this breath hurts to breath
And its something i can't conceive
And there is somethings i cant read in books
And i cant keep it away with meager looks
And its this
I'm imperfect by design
But if you hold me tight it might be fine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem