Your silly, messed up hair
When you wake up

Your deep, raspy voice
Which when says my name,
Gives me chills

That faint smile you give,
When you’re tired

The passion in your eyes,
When you’re so full of anger

The beautiful smile,
Which makes my heart flutter with bliss

Your messed up room,
And you being your clumsy self

You’re not the Prince Charming every girl dreams of,
Neither are you Mr. Perfect,

But you are, mine
And I love those tiny, little imperfections of yours


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