People say you are imperfect
But in my eyes
You are perfect
They despise
Your complexion
You look in the mirror
At your imperfection
You no longer feel inferior
As your see the beast
That looks into your eyes
That wants to be released
You realize
That he sees you on the inside
On the interior
Not the outside
No need to feel inferior
Because imperfections
Is what set us apart
From perfections
From the start
This is when you need a middle man
One to take your hand
You ran
All the way to his land
Go to church
Walk through the sand
The great merch
Will take your hand
As your see the beast
That looks into your eyes
That wants to be released
You realize
That he is with you through the rain
Walk the line
Strive through the pain
Because you are mine
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My Old Poems (2011)
PoetryJust a compilation of the poems that I wrote in 2011 on my Ipod. I wrote these poems at the time to try and lift my spirit, I knew I needed it then. Enjoy. Become a fan on Facebook if you like it. http://www.facebook.com/Johnhicksbooks :)
