Mayve we look the way we do,
for a reason.
Your hair was supposed to be a dirty blonde,
and your nose was supposed to be a little larger
than your mothers,
and your teeth were supposed to be crooked because,
we were supposed to meet someone,
who made us feel like,
there is much more,
than the little flaws that make us original,
not a tube of mascara,
or, a pair of shorts,
because a heartbeat,
and a few words,
is all someone needs to really fall in love with you.