The crooked yellow teeth from that unbelievable sweet tooth
The freckles that only exist in the warm summer glow
The hair windblown and tangled from a hectic daily life
The delicate little right hand matched the strong and steady left hand
Little imperfections that make up me
My giant nose that protrudes in a beautiful outward ark
The little fun bounces I do with my legs that everyone else seem to hate
The calculated tip tapping of my hands seeming like I am playing an imaginary piano
The cute little pauses and ums that I do when I’m nervous
The soft echo of silence that follows in my wake and with it comes a symphony of thoughts
That awkwardly disturbing mind you see beneath it all and with it somethings startlingly pretty
The always neutral expression painted on my face but that for the right person turns into a small smile
The little bits of pacing I do whenever my contemplative mind needs more room to think
The weird poetry I write so sad yet so magnificent
My disproportionately long legs that I use to leap and bound and dance
The way I like so many other am heavily attracted to beauty but how I never seem to think thats limited to physical beauty
And not limited to the typical kind either
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