I prefer the imperfections in me
I adorn my hair playing in the breeze
I love my food which is sumptuous making me fill
I enjoy the midnight writings.
I cherish the tiny bit of moments
I cannot follow rules
I am undone with many things...
I am never perfect at few.
Imperfectly disastrous at some
But even good at none.
I get dumped for being too nice
I am utterly romantic
I am blunt at times...
I do not dress up like the rest..
I am the odd one out..
But its all just Me
And I am in love with it..
Like a broken wing of a bird..
I await myself to be mended