(no subject)
you know what?
i may not be cool, or thin, or fashionable
i may not be innocent, or guiltless, or pure
i may not be the most athletic, the most well-rounded, the most socially active
i may not be the next oprah, william blake, or anybody for that matter
i may not be an angel, a rebel, or anything for that matter
i may not be well spoken, eloquent, or refined
sometimes i say things i dont mean
sometimes i dont say things i do mean
sometimes i might not feel confident, or be completely sure that what i'm doing is right
most of the times i chicken out
and i know i'm far from perfect
but you know what?
out of the million things i cant do, or i'm not best at, or whatever
i still smile when i see your face
i still hold your hand to make everything go away
i still bite my lip every time you hold me
and even though there are things i do, things about me that make me look not perfect
i still feel like i am
and i still will
every time you look into my eyes
there's a lot of things i wont get to thank you for
probably because theres not enough time in one lifetime
but, i just wanted to say thanks
for making me feel perfect