You're Not Perfect

Let me see your imperfections, the flaws that nest skin deep. Remind me that you’re human. Easily broken as porcelain hits the concrete. Let me shelter your soul in this pounding rain. You’ve worn band aids to cover old bullet wounds, instead of seeking hospice. Let me see your imperfections, the flaws that nest skin deep. If it were in my abilities, I’d suck the poison out of your heart to heal you. The venom left by life’s nasty bite, has infected you from the inside out. Yet, you hide behind a cloud, pretending to be okay. We both know you’re not. Let me see your imperfections, the flaws that nest skin deep. Remind me that you’re human. Easily broken as porcelain hits the concrete. Tribulations have clogged your perception, sprinkling their dark midst of pollution. But let’s clear the air, for then maybe the sun can be your smile. Maybe I can hold you for a little while, cover you like a gas mask to protect you from the stench. Yes that stench. The stench that left was by the carcass of fools who have infiltrated your mind. It smells so foul. Yet, I’m willing to walk over their bones, just to be with you. I’m willing to put up with apocalyptic disasters, just to nurture you. Let me see your imperfections, the flaws that nest skin deep. Remind me that you’re human. Easily broken as porcelain hits the concrete. ~With Love, Lady